<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:49:35.123-04:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='weave'/><category term='dick deprivation'/><category term='History was made'/><category term='sex at work'/><category term='nosy coworkers'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='name that movie'/><category term='male strippers'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='reposts'/><category term='hair'/><category term='blind date'/><category term='sex'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='question of the day'/><category term='issues'/><category term='question of the week'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='inappropriate thoughts'/><category term='pets'/><category term='first date'/><category term='dating'/><category term='celebs'/><category term='broke niggaz'/><category term='work'/><category term='poems'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='friends'/><category term='jealous bitches'/><category term='out on the town'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='me'/><category term='strip club'/><category term='red carpet'/><category term='parties'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='flashback fridays'/><category term='life in general'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='tell em why you mad thursdays'/><category term='bitchassness'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='wack sex'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='dear people who piss me off'/><category term='LGBT...Q Community'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='weekend wrap-up'/><category term='church'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Itsa celebration bitchezzz'/><category term='religion'/><category term='men'/><category term='dumbassedness'/><category term='health'/><category term='interracial dating'/><category term='black men/women'/><title type='text'>P I N K S P A L A C E</title><subtitle type='html'>Random posts about things i love, hate, or just plain old dont understand.  You can hate it or love it...i could really give a fuck either way =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2991200992634416583</id><published>2009-02-03T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:47:40.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink dont live here no more.</title><content type='html'>I dont blog here anymore.  email me with your blog web address and i will reply wit my new blog info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mizmccann@tmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me..its finna get juicy at my new spot any ur gonna miss it! lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2991200992634416583?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2991200992634416583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2991200992634416583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2991200992634416583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2991200992634416583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-dont-live-here-no-more.html' title='Pink dont live here no more.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1303769590883028459</id><published>2009-01-26T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:19:34.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><title type='text'>Punk'd!</title><content type='html'>Ok...so i know that a couple of you were askin about who i was gettin my groove back wit.  But I cant tell you all that til I give yall the name to my new blog...which i have already. email me at: mizpinklady86 at yahoo dot com. You will have to send me your blog address for me to send you the new website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepin shit G-14 classified 'round hea...ya digg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tell me why (you remember when gurls in DC was sayin that all the time?? lol) last Friday the Exec Support Team on my contract (they support the "top 16" of the Headquarters Air Force) got caught takin shots of Patron....by a customer.  Yall, in case you dont understand...this is a GOVERNMENT site.  The Pentagon.  We are contractors....you dont just be doin shit all willy nilly like that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats even crazier is that they did not get removed from the contract!! our Program Director tombout some, "Theyre mission critical." Na, nigga they alchoholics is what they is.  the thing that irritates everybody is that they think they like the cool kids on the contract.  They have shirts and everything.  Its a trip!  They be walkin round gthe Pentagon like they the Untouchables or something. So this is what I need from yall (you like how i always need somethin from yall right? lol):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a really good prank to play on them...or not even a prank but somethin to really get under their skin and piss them off.  Me and the Program Directors Admin was gonna print a whole bunch of AA flyers and put them on all their desks...but thats weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, she had a boss that we didnt like and I did a lil research and found a pic of him on myspace wit no shirt on...he had his nipples pierced, a porn 'stache and he was laid across a hotel bed...we printed them out and posted them all over the office.  I. Do. Not. Lie.  When i find the pic again i will post it on my new blog lol..its heelarious!  By the way...he got in trouble for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme somethin good yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1303769590883028459?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1303769590883028459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1303769590883028459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1303769590883028459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1303769590883028459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6059890684295889037</id><published>2009-01-22T15:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:58:17.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><title type='text'>I know i know...so just shut up already...</title><content type='html'>Look...dont start on me ok?  i got reasons for not postin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really conflicted bc i have recently found out that alot of people that know me, know about my blog (i have written about this before) and it makes me kinda uneasy (not you Chauncey or Gigi...cuz you know i dont care what yall retarded asses think lol)  Its not even that i really CARE what people think so much as im tired of people gettin in they feelins bc of of some shit that i wrote when they aint have no bizniz readin it in the first place.  Blogs are like diaries and unless i invite yo ass to read it, i dont feel like they should.  Thats how you get ya feelins hurt...snoopin and shit.  Or the niggaz who think they know my bizniz bc they read about some shit that i wrote.  you dont know me or what the hell im doin just bc i wrote HALF the damn story on the internet*extreme eyeroll*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i havent posted.  Im really thinkin bout (read: i am going to) starting a new one.  But i need a new cute name...so i am reachin out to my loyal readers for help!! i need suggestions!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, im thinkin that ima start writin a story (i wrote about this too previously...maybe i might take my blog to wordpress so i can password protect my shit...whatchoothink? *taps computer screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all i have to say.  If you want me to continue tell yall my damned bizniz about how i aint gettin none (i got alot over the break but thats neither here nor there, hehehe) or who im datin and if you enjoy the pictures i steal, of the random guys that i date, from facebook then youll help me out...now wont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im givin yall a week to make your suggestions...i may post in between then...but then again, maybe i wont. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all *blows kisses*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6059890684295889037?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6059890684295889037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6059890684295889037' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6059890684295889037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6059890684295889037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-knowso-just-shut-up-already.html' title='I know i know...so just shut up already...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7621548795372366992</id><published>2009-01-06T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:58:28.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke niggaz'/><title type='text'>Is he really that triflin?!</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So a couple weeks ago, I met a guy at Candy's girlfriends graduation party.  he was cute and we exchanged numbers.  So, the Tuesday before Christmas he asked me if i wanted to grab a bite to eat at Pentagon City for lunch.  I agreed and we met there.  Now, he didnt pay for my food (even tho HE invited ME to lunch) but i wasnt trippin.  I figured that maybe he just wanted to get a good look at me to make sure i wasnt ugly, since we met in a dark party.  We hit it off and decided that we would spend new years eve together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fast foward through christmas and onto the day before new years eve which i think was a Tuesday.  He emails me at work and asks if i wanted to see a movie.  I agreed, but by the end of the day i relaized that i hadnt had ANYTHING to eat, so i call him and ask if we can go to dinner.  He says that he already made some salisbury steak but that we could go out anyway, I asked him if he was sure and he said yes.  So i make my way out to Landover.  On the way there we decided that we were going to get Outback.  So I arrive at his house and this is where the triflinessocity begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triflinessocity #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens the door and is still pullin his sweat er over his head, but he's not fast enough for me to NOT see the BIG ASS holes in his tank top.  Yes, holes.  Like he wrapped a baby tiger in his shirt and it was trying to get free, those kind of holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triflinessocity #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore the holes (because as long as they are &lt;em&gt;under&lt;/em&gt; your shirt that has  nothin to do with me gettin my grub on FOR FREE!!!  We walk down the steps and get to the parking lot and he's walkin to my car....and im walkin to his.  Im like, what the hell are you doin?  I'm not drivin!  So he comes over to his car (like i knew he would) adn we are on our way to Outback.  Once we get there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triflinessocity #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans into me and says, "oh yeah, i was going to tell you that since i thought we were going to the movies...i only brought 25 dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm...yeah.  So i tell him that I hope he can eat for 25 dollars bc he is payin for his self.  And I'm payin for mine.  Yall...remember that I hadnt eaten all day so i was too hungry to get as pissed as I would if my stomach was full.  We are seated (by this FOINE ass server) and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triflinessocity #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts embarrassin the SHIT outta me.  he proceeds to ask the FOINE ass server how much drinks are.  and i dont mean drinks in general...i mean, like several DIFFERENT drinks.  Yall, if i was white, i woulda been red.  The server is visibly irritated but dude finally settled on a bud light.  I order my food and dinner was ok. we talked a while and i almost forgot about how triflin he had been...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave the restuarant and we are listenin to Sade' Cherish The Day.  He tells me that he plays the bass guitar and that he can play me that song when we got to his house.  I said ok, but that i wasnt stayin long bc i hadda work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to his house, he played the song...but then he goes, "hold on, lemme slip into somethin more comfortable" (i lie to you not, he really said that) and when he pulls his pants down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS BOXERS HAVE HOLES IN THEM TOO!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see ALL his junk.  omg.  just omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and left.  and to make the rest of this long story short, I ignored his calls on New Years which prompted him to drunk call me and leave me a funny ass message cussin me out.  then Saturday, he texte me and asked me why i wasnt speakin to him and when i responded that he had holes in his boxers his reply was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww girl it was laundry day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::dead::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7621548795372366992?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7621548795372366992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7621548795372366992' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7621548795372366992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7621548795372366992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-he-really-that-triflin.html' title='Is he really that triflin?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-429940111147605442</id><published>2009-01-05T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:01:31.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itsa celebration bitchezzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out on the town'/><title type='text'>My Week of Rejection</title><content type='html'>Ok...so ima try and make this short, but detailed.  The romantical night I had planned for reMet...never happened.  He cancelled at the last minute.  Which, in my heart i KNEW would happen.  I guess he's still bitter about me blowin him off but I just feel like that was real extra for him to wait a WHOLE year to do it.  But whatever, i got the money back for the room so I'm not really trippin.  I'm just disappointed bc I put so much effort into makin it a nice evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of doing that, I ended up at LOVE nightclub Friday night partying in VIP.  I had soooo mmuch fun!! I think the 2 drinks that i had helped keep my mind off of how i was supposed to be snuggled up next to a fine black man that evening.  I looked sooo cute and it was mad dudes tryna get at me.  Thats the first time that I have had a good time at the club since I was in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So onto to the rest of my rejection weekend.  there was another guy that I had met a couple of weeks ago through a co worker of mine.  we'll call him Mr. Moneybags...I spent Christmas Eve over his house...OMG yall.  His apartment....LAID OUT!! that joint was BAD ok??  I dont know how much money he makes but he lives in Downtown Silver Spring on the 12th Floor of some apartments called The Georgian.  When I walked into his apartment the view was OBSCENE!  there is like this huge ass window with a view of the city....he had artwork, niiiiiice furniture, a big ass flat panel tv, some kind of expensive ass guitar hangin on the wall, a ginormous, insanely high bed, and his bathroom smelled sooooo good.  He cooked some porkchops which were to die for and we watched The Strangers.  He had really good conversation and he was really down to earth.  Well, I called him on Saturday to see what he was doing and he called me back...to tell me that him and his ex got back together...boooo on that.  But he said that he wanted to be friends still which i guess isnt that bad.  But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like other things happened...but i cant really remember what it is.  My homegirl FINALLY got engaged tho!!  Im so excited for her!! Not to mention that I have already been notified of my bridesmaid status...the wedding is May 2010 so I have time to get in the gym to make sure i look EXTRA fly!! I cant wait to see all the single men...lmao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday was a whirlwind.  Im glad its over.  New things for me in 09!  Yall watch and see what i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love and Souuuuuul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Oh shit!!! i remember what it was i had to tell you...but itll be in a post all by itself tomorrow morning...PROMISE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-429940111147605442?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/429940111147605442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=429940111147605442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/429940111147605442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/429940111147605442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-week-of-rejection.html' title='My Week of Rejection'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5947162165647102938</id><published>2008-12-29T10:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:11:15.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Did you miss me?!</title><content type='html'>Ok...wait.  Please dont cuss me out.  I have been ding some internal reflecting.  I couldnt blog...i just didnt have it in me.  But alot has happened since my last post.  Remember the dude that stood me up for dinner at the Cheesecake Factory?  I think that we were callin him ReMet...but i have to think of another name bc i dont like that one....*thinkin*...oh bother...i dont know right now. Anyway, we have been talkin and *sigh*  I really like him.  Of course we had to discuss why he hadnt been callin me and why he had been blowin me off.  He said that had lost his job and that he was embarrassed.  He didnt know what to say to me so he just didnt call.  Which i believe, but i dont agree with.  I know that everyone goes through their hard times and im not even the type of girl to be on no shit like that.  As long as he is lookin and trying then im ok.  We talked about that and he have been speakin everyday for the most part.  He says that he is still kinda cautious about me, bc I blew him off before (he also said that because of me, we arent in a relationship now).  and I can understand that.  Thats why I am planning a nice romantic evening for just me and him on Friday.  I wanted to do it on NYE bc thats when we met last year (i thought that weould be cute, lol) but he already has plans and so do i...so Friday it is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo excited!  I reserved a room at the Savoy Suites on Wisconsin Ave (for all my DC bloggers) and it has a view overlookin the city.  Ima get some Champagne, maybe some strawberries...then im gonna bathe him...oooohwee!! lol...give him a nice loooong massage...you know, cater to my (almost) man and shit lmao! and let him know that i am serious and that i wouldnt try to break his heart.  I am going to pick out my lingerie (par of this is for him..the other part is for me.  Ive never done somethin like this for anyone and I reallllly reallly want to.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this goes well and my effort is not for nothing.  I dont think it will be though..and i WILL give yall an update.  By the way...pix from the xmas party...i will try to post those tonight...as soon as i find my USB cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope yall had a good Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5947162165647102938?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5947162165647102938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5947162165647102938' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5947162165647102938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5947162165647102938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6818119332091397331</id><published>2008-12-10T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:40:38.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><title type='text'>Dinner wit the Ex</title><content type='html'>Well well...whats there to tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?  Bc he never called or texted or nothin.  And after his actions and a good conversation with iCandy about it, Im not worried about a friendship with him.  It's obvious that he has not changed.  I dealt with this type of behavior in the relationship...but the beauty of being single is that i dont have to put up wit that shit anymore..ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just got a text from him saying that something came up...but you knew that something came up last night.  you should have said that then.  Sorry Charlie...but youre a day late and a dollar short.-&lt;br /&gt; Now if he wants to be friends, great.  But that means that he is going to have to put in extra work and i cant say whether i will meet him halfway; it all just depends on which way the wind blows =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy with myself.  I didnt get worked up or anything.  He's not worth it.  When i didnt hear from him by 5, I went and got a niiiiice loooong luxuriooooous pedicure.  And then I got a phone call from a guy on match.com.  We had some cool conversation.  I checked out his pick...he aiiiight. The only thing is that he lives in Dumfries,VA.  Ummm i know i wanna be in love and all, but ion know if love gon take me that far, right? lmao...plus,for real for real...what's love got to do with it? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I chatted with him for awhile, I decided to give &lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-for-keepin-secret.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; a call.  DOnt ask me why...I just felt like I should.  The last time we talked was when he stood me up and I just wanted to know what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that when we "re-met" that he was already involved with someone and he wanted to talk to me but he knew it wasnt fair.  So he stopped callin (which is what i did to him earlier in the year).  He said that they broke up a couple weeks ago but that he knew he couldnt just call me up and say, "hey! im back!"  so he just didnt call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are both single now.  So we'll see what happens. He wants to see me tonight. I have a date with Island Breeze on Thursday and Mr. 20 wants me to come over on Friday.  Then I have my party Saturday, so I'll be pretty occupied.  Sunday Ima just relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up wit yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  Amber...Red Robin is the bomb dot com...you need to go lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6818119332091397331?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6818119332091397331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6818119332091397331' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6818119332091397331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6818119332091397331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/dinner-wit-ex.html' title='Dinner wit the Ex'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5244486184677523569</id><published>2008-12-09T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:06:45.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah so...</title><content type='html'>My ex texted me sometime last week. He wants to have dinner. Yes, im going. No, there will be no gettin back together. Point blank. Period. Its tonight. I'll post about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5244486184677523569?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5244486184677523569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5244486184677523569' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5244486184677523569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5244486184677523569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-so.html' title='yeah so...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1075430861698838411</id><published>2008-12-08T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:03:07.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>question...</title><content type='html'>Ok..so I had somethin else to write about, but someone I know asked that I blog about this topic and see what yall thought.  Well I know what yall gon think, but ima ask yall anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...say ur having sex with a guy and yall real into it. He gets to the point where he just can't hold it in any more and he lets it out on ur breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-now...for most women that have been sexually active, you've had a man come on some part of ur body...methinks my breasts are a lil too close to my face...but whatever. Coming on a body part aint nothin that serious.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then this nigga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LICKS IT OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you read that right.  Ima pause for a second and let that seep into the crevices of ur brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you as disgusted as I was? I figured you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets examine this.  If it were a female who licked the d!ck afterwards, that's ok. Why? Bc its hers and if she's uncomfortable tastin herself then it prolly means she's not zestfully clean.  So why isn't it ok for a man to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT JUST FUCKIN AINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shit aint cute. Ion  care how sexually open you are. I mean, when did he even discover that he liked the taste of his own jizz? Was he jackin off and got some on his hand and instead of wipin it on a sock or towel or white tee like any other nigga, did he just lick his hand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...she says that since she hasn't experinced that much she just thought it was a lil freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I don't care how freaky you are...that's some some real extra shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1075430861698838411?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1075430861698838411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1075430861698838411' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1075430861698838411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1075430861698838411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/question.html' title='question...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-354587276524891570</id><published>2008-12-05T11:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:53:45.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>Hey yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant blog long...im at work.  But i will tell you the crazy shit that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.  So, this gurl that works on the contract with me (well, she works for my mom) tried to get her dress from Bebe too yesterday.  Now normally that wouldnt be a big deal....but ion like this bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was the one who told me and I told her that it didnt matter; the bitch could by the same dress as me and i will STILL be the baddest bitch there.  So my mom goes to the mall and comes back and do you know what the first thing she said out her mouth was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! I'm glad you're home!  Look at what i found for kathleen in JCPenney's!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen is the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my mom...and then i walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is she buyin her a dress for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen works for her...last time i checked that meant that she got paid every week like the rest of us.  I was heated at first!  But after I thought about it...i chilled out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats ok.  She can buy her a dress....but she better by her shoes and accessories and get her hair done.  Because my shit WILL be on point...and that way when I look better than her, it wont be because she didnt have the right outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO ready for this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-354587276524891570?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/354587276524891570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=354587276524891570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/354587276524891570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/354587276524891570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/wtf.html' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4020104620364742969</id><published>2008-12-03T11:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:16:17.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out on the town'/><title type='text'>The decision has been made!</title><content type='html'>Soooooo...I found the dress yesterday.  its this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STa6SQhqg5I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y_Do1TTHQFM/s1600-h/pinkholiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STa6SQhqg5I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y_Do1TTHQFM/s320/pinkholiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275608836347691922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up!  I knooooow yall said that yall liked the purple one...but they didnt have one in my size.  I went to try the dresses on last night.  Bebe pisses me off too bc they dont never have a good range of sizes!  Its always XXS, XS and M.  Where the hell are the larges?! Its not my fault that im blessed wit a lil somethin extra.  Shoot, im not even that big.  Most people dont believe that i weigh 150.  I'm what you call a "slim thicky".  I'm kinda slim but i have enough thighs and ass for some people to say im a lil thick.  Its confusing, i know...but just keep up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I find the purple dress that I posted up here yesterday and like i said, no large.  They only had the large in the pink.  So i tried that on and asked Felecia (the sales lady) to call Georgetown and ask them if they had it in a large.  And you know they didnt.  So after careful consideration (and a lot of hemming and hawing) i decided on the pink one since its my fave color and it super duper BAD on me (in a good way, duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats done. I need to find my shoes and accesories tho.  I dont really like open toes in the winter...but that seems to be the thing, so well see. maybe ill do a shoe post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is a lil off topic.. but if youre ever lookin for a cheap happy hour at a nice place, go to Jo Jo's on U st. They have 5 dollar Calamari (bomb!) 5 dollar drinks (get the Frooty Beznitch...its good too!), 6 dollar crabcake sandwhiches that come with seasoned fries (yum!)...if you cant tell i went there last night.  And then me and Sunshine stopped by Love Cafe and I had their Strawberry shortcake (phenomenal!!) mmmmmm.....im thinkn bout it now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway lemme go...im hungry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4020104620364742969?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4020104620364742969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4020104620364742969' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4020104620364742969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4020104620364742969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/decision-has-been-made.html' title='The decision has been made!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STa6SQhqg5I/AAAAAAAAADg/Y_Do1TTHQFM/s72-c/pinkholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7869256126843074931</id><published>2008-12-02T16:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:17:39.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Decisions...decisions.  I need YOUR help!!</title><content type='html'>Hello there good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...my christmas party is 11 days away and I have NOT bought a dress yet.  I am going to give you 3 choices...i need you guys to tell me which ones you like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWkCwS2AzI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Mh0s8Ct9sQ/s1600-h/blueholiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWkCwS2AzI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Mh0s8Ct9sQ/s320/blueholiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275302905765036850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one bc its fitted and its also a turtle neck.  I dont like to be all exposed during the winter time.  I feel like it shows off alot of leg but its ok because the twinsll be covered so its not scandalous.  Plus the blue is reaaaaalllly pretty, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWkiGEPzJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cCJ404MQuIE/s1600-h/purpleholiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWkiGEPzJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cCJ404MQuIE/s320/purpleholiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275303444185336978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this color purty?!  I love this color.  The only thing that i am apprehensive about is that its strapless.  I hate wearing strapless bras bc i cant ever find one that i dont have to pull up all the time. But its longer than the first one, so thats a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWlJOf2tUI/AAAAAAAAADY/fJtaIenWj28/s1600-h/redholiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWlJOf2tUI/AAAAAAAAADY/fJtaIenWj28/s320/redholiday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275304116463514946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the three i think this one is my least fave.  I dont really like the color red cuz everbody wears red to a christmas party.  I like the style of the dress though.  I picked it in red bc it only came in 2 other colors: Black and grey.  And neither one of those are cute for a christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont you see my problem??  And i dont want to end up wearing somethng that i already have...so please HELP ME!!!! *im looking right at fashion guru*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7869256126843074931?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7869256126843074931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7869256126843074931' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7869256126843074931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7869256126843074931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/decisionsdecisions-i-need-your-help.html' title='Decisions...decisions.  I need YOUR help!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/STWkCwS2AzI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Mh0s8Ct9sQ/s72-c/blueholiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4440249081477777174</id><published>2008-11-30T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T04:45:22.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Post club conversation</title><content type='html'>What it do? Im on my way home from ohio right now (praise jesus...cuz can't nobody work ya nerves like family), so I thought I would blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell yall how my gg told me that she had "special nostrils" and she could tell when someone had been sexin and hadn't washed themselves...and that's how she knew her 3rd husband was a whore. Or I could tell you how a fight almost broke out and my aunts house between her and the neighbor over a coat. I even thought about tellin yall how we took thxgvn pix in front of a scarface background...yep just like we was in the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But na, I don't think I will...at least not today. Today, im gonna tell yall about somethin my uncle told me when we were on our way back from the club. Now, he'd had a couple beers and a few puffs of the herb before we left but somethin tells me that he was dead serious about this lil gem he dropped on me. And before I tell u what he said im gonna ask that my men readers verify wether this is true or whether it even makes sense to a man ...plz and thx =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So he told me that if a woman has 2 or 3 baby daddies that the pussy is prolly real good. He said that she's not someone you should wife but she's good for a lil fun. When I asked him where he came to this conclusion he said that if 4 different men get her pregnant, then that means that when they were havin sex it got so good that they hadda go raw and it was so good that they couldn't even pull out. And after some thought, I guess maybe he was right. Its a dumbass way to think but men are dumbasses when it comes to ass so it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flipped it and asked him what it meant if a woman has 5 kids by the same man. He told me that either meant her pussy was real good because the man got 5 kids out of it or that maybe it was only good to him. What do yall think about these scenarios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you womenz get all up in arms about this, we weren't talkin bout men who are married wit a buncha kids we were talkin bout hoodrat ass women who have a bunch of different babydaddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle munchie also told me that a man is only as faithful as his options.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz chat amongst urselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4440249081477777174?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4440249081477777174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4440249081477777174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4440249081477777174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4440249081477777174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-club-conversation.html' title='Post club conversation'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3876411926161029512</id><published>2008-11-26T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:03:46.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>On the road again...</title><content type='html'>By the way u have to sing the title of the post like donkey in shrek. Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It is ass crack early. Like 430 early. Right now I am bloggin from the comfort of a heated seat. We just left for ohio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...what did I wanna blog about today? Oh yea...family. My family would be funny to most of you. I have one aunt who is a tiptoe away from 50 years old tombout she's a biker bitch fa liiiife! And my other aunt is the drunk one. A 24 year old cousin who won't get his life together, a cousin who just came out the closet (but she was like queen latifah...u already knew)  And my whole family with the exception of my grandmothers smoke weed. That's probably what will be goin on later tonight. That seems to be how they welcome us. Spark some green, play a lil music, crack open a bottle of hard liquor and shuffle the cards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...there's nothin wrong with havin a goodtime...but this is EVERYNIGHT. I do not lie about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was supposed to be goin wit this.  My greatgrandma is in her 80's. I have no way of knowin which 80 bc she be switchin it up erytime u ask, lol. I decided that I was going to talk to her about the civil rights movement. You kno, see what she had to say about a black prez.  My gg loooooves to tell a story honey. Especially when she has an audience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is she's been halfway diagnosed wit alzheimers so her mind gets a lil outta order sometimes. And she's been gettn a lil violent. GG was fiesty (when I say fiesty I mean she used to fight niggaz...literally. My GG has shot someone yall) and they say that with alzheimer patients they tend to revert back to when they were young. Hell, just the other day she jumped in some sweet lil ol ladys face and told her to mind her muthafuckin bizniz. *givin GG the side eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gg does that?? Lmao...I got a gangsta gg yall. So hopefully I can get some good stories out of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yall be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3876411926161029512?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3876411926161029512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3876411926161029512' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3876411926161029512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3876411926161029512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5940770614608639338</id><published>2008-11-24T09:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:33:04.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><title type='text'>Updates!...with pix now!!</title><content type='html'>OK...so I know I have been slackin.  I need to get back in the bloggin rythym (is that how you spell that? i always forget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy that I had mentioned that I was supposed to go on a date to the cheesecake factory &lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-for-keepin-secret.html"&gt;(here)&lt;/a&gt;...we never went out.  I had told yall that I "remet" him.  Wel, to make a loooong story short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him on new years last year on the train.  I was comin back from adams morgan (drunk) and i just struck up a convo.  He was cool.  We started talkin...but i felt like everything was too perfect.  He said all the right things and nothing was ever wrong. idk...somethin just seemed off to me so i stopped accepting his phone calls.  Fast forward to the beginning of November.  I ran into him in Pentagon City and we exchanged numbers.  Just to see if things were the same i expressed an interest in him. After he stood me up, I called him a couple of times, he called me acouple of times but i just didnt really feel it and obviously neither did he bc we just stopped callin each other =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-hell-is-everybody.html"&gt;The triple date&lt;/a&gt;.  Never happened.  Which im not really mad about bc from his face book profile pic &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStRRIeHM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/XJO1i7ZG_Qc/s1600-h/uglytripledate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStRRIeHM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/XJO1i7ZG_Qc/s320/uglytripledate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272397143540708178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...i thought he was ugly.  But i was gonna take one for the team and still go so that my gurl could meet his cousin &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStSCMoYLGI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4wzHIezBrY/s1600-h/semicutetripledate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStSCMoYLGI/AAAAAAAAACw/i4wzHIezBrY/s320/semicutetripledate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272397986471095394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and New York could meet the other friend.  Well I guess the cousin wasnt interested in Sunshine bc he never replied to the note she sent on facebook.  And i never even knew who the friend was that New York was supposed to meet...so whatever on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met another guy on facebook...ill give him a name later, if it even gets that far.  He's real cool and cute.  So on Friday, he asked me would I come see him.  Since I had already made up my mind on thursday that there would be no triple date, we made plans to meet up.  I took my shower and get dressed and i called him around 830 to let him kno that I was on my way....phone is off.  So i'm pissed.  Well not really pissed, but agitated bc I had showered and made my face up and shit and his phone was off.  So I decided to call up &lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/dating-game.html"&gt;Island Breeze&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStTvv2l5lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YPpOEgQ-CaI/s1600-h/IslandBreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStTvv2l5lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YPpOEgQ-CaI/s320/IslandBreeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399868531697234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He's someone I had to pull out the closet and dust off.  But i had been lookin at his facebook page and damnit if he wasnt lookin good! lol...so i call him up, make him get outta bed and we head to a pool hall in Silver Spring.  Wouldnt you know that a soon as I walked in the place, Ol-cant-answer-my-phone-lookin-boi sends me a text explainin how he was at the wizards game and his phone went dead and he was textin bc he got my message and didnt want me to think that he wasnt pullin no grimy shit.  So i told him that I would call him when i left and that maybe i would stop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island Breeze beat me 3 times!  I was sooo mad.  I'm very competitive.  WE're gonna have another date at the bowlin alley when i come back from ohio for thxgvn.  I better whip his ass!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went by facebook boy's &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStUDyO8-_I/AAAAAAAAADA/8z0r1DCcq1Q/s1600-h/Mr.20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 56px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStUDyO8-_I/AAAAAAAAADA/8z0r1DCcq1Q/s320/Mr.20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400212768127986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;s&gt;(remember that im not naming him yet)&lt;/s&gt; His blog name is Mr. 20...Thx Tima lol house and we chilled.  He is a cutie pie!!!!! Well...sexy is more like it. But guess what yall!!?  He's 20!  lol...i told him i felt like an older woman lol.  He's very talkative (just like me) and hes mature for his age.  I got over there at like 2 and we talked until 730 in the morning!  But im not putting nothin into that bc so did me and &lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-apologize-for-gettin-missin.html"&gt;Johnny Blaze&lt;/a&gt; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it as far as updates go.  If i missed anything just remind me in my comments...oh! and pictures of each of these guys will be up this evening so check back tonight or tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Bella! Tutti Fruitti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5940770614608639338?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5940770614608639338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5940770614608639338' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5940770614608639338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5940770614608639338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='Updates!...with pix now!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SStRRIeHM1I/AAAAAAAAACo/XJO1i7ZG_Qc/s72-c/uglytripledate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-9026041543769033380</id><published>2008-11-21T09:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:36:23.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>So...I had a lurker come out from hiding!! Everybody wave hi to Amber_Alert....I said wave damnit! ok.  Now that thats outta the way...she tagged me!  So ima tell yall 7 things about me...which i thinkll be hard bc I already did a 100 things about me post...theres not much yall dont know about me but ill try *shrugs shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. link to the person that tagged u and post the rules on ur blog&lt;br /&gt;2. share 7 weird/random facts about urself&lt;br /&gt;3. tag 7 random ppl at the end of ur post and include links to their blogs&lt;br /&gt;4. let each person kno that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I think that I have a mild case of OCD.  I tend to do things in a routine.  Like, when i get dressed in the morning.  I take my shower, put my lotion on, put my underwear on, wash my face, put lotion on it, brush my teeth, unwrap my hair, put my clothes on and then my perfume.  I cannot do it another way.  Thats how it HAS to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont spend as much time as I should with my brother and sister.  I miss them and I want to see them but my akward relationship with my dad causes me to stay away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always say that I want a boyfriend but when guys start comin at me like they want to get serious, i get nervous.  I start wondering if i really want a boyfriend.  BC if i get one, what if someone cuter or more outgoing or just more compatible comes along?? I'm not free to date them!  But then, I'm single now and I dont really date...I'm so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Even though I'm the single friend, I'm not jealous of my friends who are married or who are pregnant.  I get really excited about babies and I like hearing stories from newlyweds...cuz they way i figure is itll be me sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I fall in like way to quickly.  I can meet a guy and have one conversation with him and start seein stars and shit.  Im not gullible but I give guys the chance to fuck up before I start gettin all suspicious and shit.  Which is weird bc you would think that i have trust issues bc of how my relationship ended a couple of months ago...but i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I find things to eat that i think taste really good and then i eat them everyday for like a month. Right now its pineapple fruitcups and blueberry muffins.  I ahve a blueberry muffin and a deer park every morning, and a pineapple cup every night when i get home.  Last month it was a chicken and chz biscuit and hash brown from mickey d's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm always attracted to musicians, artists or troubled guys.  I have no idea why.  Well its the creativity in musicians and atrists.  I'm a picses, so i'm creative naturally and i want someone like that.  As far as guys that get in trouble...i think its the Captn save a hoe in me.  I think its that if i can get them to turn their life around ive done a good deed or some shit...idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, their you have it!  7 things about me you didnt know!  Fell free to ask me question about any of them...itll give me somethin to write about and if you saw my ask me anything post then you know i dont shy away from any question!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-9026041543769033380?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/9026041543769033380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=9026041543769033380' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/9026041543769033380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/9026041543769033380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-547472608876103543</id><published>2008-11-19T16:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:46:01.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blind date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><title type='text'>Where the hell is everybody?!</title><content type='html'>OK...is it just me?  Or are the majority of your blog friends MIA?  I went to Candy's page...she's takin a break, Tima and Nasha just up and quit, Tom_gurl just named herself a part time blogger...it seems like the only person bloggin on the regular is TM!!  And her comment section is lackin responses seriously!  Whats goin on?  I know that i hae been gone...partially due to not having anything to say and to the fact that i got a new position at my company and i cant blog while im here as much and i dont really get on the computer at home.  But thats no excuse...i could blog from my sidekick...i just dont. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im back now tho.  Annnnnnnnd....I have a triple date on Friday!!  Me and Sunshine and her friend (i needa think of a name for her, cuz i think shell be mentioned here more frequently...for now shell be..oh wait!  i got it!! New York...cuz well, shes from NY! duh!) are going out on a blind date with this guy who sent me a note on facebook.  He's bringin his cousin (who is CUTE! yall!!) and some other dude.  I almost wished the cousin would have tried to talk to me...he is sooooo fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i said that i wouldnt mention any guys on here til atleast after the first date but its hard! you guys are like fam...so i have to give you the juice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post on monday to tell you how it went.  I may get motivated and add pix from the date...or at least just my outfit =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote...im thinkn bout shuttin down this blog and startn a new one.  There are some people who have made it known that they have read my blog and it makes me more concious about the things that i write here...and i dont like to be cendored damnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry...once i change it, comment on your blogs so that you know its me again.  And GiGi (my friend who reads the blog but doesnt have one) i'll make sure to give youthe new one too! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hump day!! (i hate when people say that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-547472608876103543?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/547472608876103543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=547472608876103543' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/547472608876103543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/547472608876103543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-hell-is-everybody.html' title='Where the hell is everybody?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3643057597347441148</id><published>2008-11-14T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:20:06.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>somethin I thought I would never do</title><content type='html'>Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As u can see I have taken a slight siesta from bloggin. Wanna kno why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as I reread some old posts I've realized that im becomin the blogger I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kno the type: the whiny lonely blogger or the my-life-is-so-great blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to read that shit! People want a happy medium and I can't give yall that. My posts used to have variety...but lately its been the same shit about wantin to date  or have a boyfriend or whatever. Im just tired of writin bout the same thing...however since that's all that's goin on in my life....the only option is to not blog =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would at least give yall an explanation for my absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I joined match.com...times is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3643057597347441148?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3643057597347441148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3643057597347441148' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3643057597347441148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3643057597347441148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/somethin-i-thought-i-would-never-do.html' title='somethin I thought I would never do'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6802685868981828442</id><published>2008-11-08T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:58:25.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>so much for keepin a secret =/</title><content type='html'>I rarely post on saturdays. But today, I had to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit in my car in line for the car wash, I got to thinkn bout my current dating situation...which is pretty much non existent. Ok ok so I get it. I may not get a boyfriend for a while. That is ultimately what I want...however im willin to crawl before I walk. So I've settled with just dating. But doesn't dating come with rules or an etiquette worksheet or something?! I mean, why do these niggaz be ackin like we don't expect nothin from them?  Idk...maybe we shouldn't. Well shit lemme not speak for yall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I mentioned that I had a secret. Well the secret was that I had met someone...well technically REmet him but ill blog about that another time. I didn't mention it bc everytime and I do mean EVERYTIME I have blogged about a guy that shit do NOT work. Its like yall be jinxin me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kept it to myself. I said I wasn't gonna mention it til at least after the first date. Well, our first date was SUPPOSED to be on wednesday. We were goin to the cheesecake factory. So as I was gettin my hair done, I sent him a text sayin that I kno that we agreed on 530 but that I thought I was gonna be a lil later than that. He sent back a text sayin that "somethin" came up and that he couldn't make it. Now, its not him cancellin that pissed me off. Well, kinda. But not all the way. It was that he waited til I text him to tell me. U know what rime I text him? 430. So he waited til an hour before to cancel. If I hadn't text him when was he plannin to tell me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I finally talked to him he suggested monday or tuesday for our makeup date.  We'll see if he calls. Bc I can't. I deleted his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sux bc I think that I liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6802685868981828442?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6802685868981828442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6802685868981828442' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6802685868981828442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6802685868981828442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-for-keepin-secret.html' title='so much for keepin a secret =/'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3468970075734983518</id><published>2008-11-05T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:43:02.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itsa celebration bitchezzz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History was made'/><title type='text'>History Was Made, This Day...11.o4.2oo8</title><content type='html'>Yoooooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a black president!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAAAAAAID.....WE GOT A BLACK PRESIDENT YALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?  Did you think this day would come?!  Did you see all the happy white faces in the crowds?  White people, happy that a black man was elected president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy.  Absolutely insane!!  I have no words to blog right now.  Im just happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black people that I have never ever noticed are smiling at me and wishing me a good morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im proud.  Sooooo very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was a part of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsa brand new day yall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3468970075734983518?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3468970075734983518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3468970075734983518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3468970075734983518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3468970075734983518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-was-made-this-day11o42oo8.html' title='History Was Made, This Day...11.o4.2oo8'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1501523448561883792</id><published>2008-11-04T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:13:02.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itsa celebration bitchezzz'/><title type='text'>Oooooh The Excitement!!</title><content type='html'>Hey!  I know I promised part 2 of the WWU but I just cant.  I'm too excited yall!! I voted this morning and I cant wait to find out the results!!  I hope we find out tonight, cuz lord knows i wont be able to sleep unless we do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this is my hundredth post!  It took me a looooong time to get here, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll post again today, since I'm the only one in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret...but I cant tell you just yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a celebration Bitchezzz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1501523448561883792?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1501523448561883792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1501523448561883792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1501523448561883792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1501523448561883792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/oooooh-excitement.html' title='Oooooh The Excitement!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5427643230548121392</id><published>2008-11-03T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:28:48.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out on the town'/><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-Up: Part 1</title><content type='html'>G'day mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to warn all of yous that this will be a loooooooooong weekend wrap up.  I did so much (or maybe it just felt like it) that I have to write about it in 2 parts...part 2 will be up tomorrow, i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  I had to work but I got off at 4 so I could rush to get my nails done and do my hair and all that.  With having to wait for 2 other people to get dressed and stuff we didnt end up leavin the crib til like 12.  We caught the metro to New York Ave...where we were SURE that there would be taxis waiting for people...ummm negative.  THERE WERE NO TAXIS YALL!!! So we started walkin up New York Ave...and let me just tell you that I was a sexy race car driver, so I had on this black jumpshort thingy wit long sleeves and fishnets and black knee high boots, my friend was a sexy school teacher and her friend was a sexy geisha gurl.  Niggaz was honkin horns and yellin out they windows and just plain actin like they aint never seen 3 chicks walkin up the street.  Anyway, My friend spots an empty taxi on the other side of the street and we run and hop in.  This is where the fuckery begins.  After I catch my breath, I look around and notice that there are McCain stickers EVERYWHERE in the taxi.  The taxi dude even had a cut out of McCains face by his steering wheel!! Taxi dude was Nigerian and he was blasting COUNTRY music!!  Homeboy was really havin an identity crisis, smh.  It was just ridiculous.  I also noticed that he started the fare at 4.50.  All he did was make a u turn at the light, drive up the road a lil bit and drop us off at the club.  Do you know how much he charged us? 10.00!!!  So i figure he doesnt need a tip bc he decided to add it in himself.  This African country fool gon say, "Ooh, so ii gees i doont geet a teep today, hunh?"  My friend handed him a dollar...she better than me...smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get out of the car and get in the line for the club.  Honey.  Some of the outfits were plain retarded.  I aint never seen so many big bishes in outfits that too damned small in my life!! A mess!  There we also alot of cute gurls in cute outfits too tho so it balanced out i guess.  One question tho.  Why the hell would you come to the club on stilts?  I mean, really.  And why the hell would the people at the door let this fool in?  I just think that was stupid, but whatever.  Oh yeah!  Jerome was in the club yall!! You know Jerome....from Martin!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Jerome in da house!  Whatcha mouf!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so funny!  He was walkin around wit a big ass house phone for a cell phone and had on some tight assed pants wit socks in his crotch area...a mess! lol.  There was also a VERY cute Harlem Globetrotter...I pinched his butt.  What?  TM dont look at me like that!  It just looked so tight and nice...i couldnt help myself!  Yall know it was mad chicks dressed up like cops and when they played lil wayne "mrs. officer"  they went wild.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time for the club to close.  We go outside adnd my friend calls the sober ride taxi people who take you home for free...up to the first $50.  So we're waiting on the corner of New York and Kendall and more cat calls and hollerin as niggaz was leavin the club! I must admit, I kida like the attention cuz we was stoppin traffic...literally!  One guy even jumped the curb on accident while he was breakin his neck to look at me (and I say me cuz i was the onky one showin skin...it was dark so they couldnt see our faces...so it had the be the thigh action i was givin em...lol.)  The light would be green and they would still be starin and askin where we were goin.  After a while tho, it got cold...and the taxi STILL wasnt there!  I think we were outside waiting for like a good 45 minutes and this guy walks up and he's like who are yall waiting fo?  So we say a taxi.  He offered to take us to Union Station which is a much easier place to catch a cab and even though we were all a lil skeptical, it was damn near 4 am and i was cold and tired.  So we agreed to let him take us (but not before i copied that license plate number and posted it on my facebook status).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the car and he was talkin a whole bunch of shit about how his hands are registered weapons and that his cousin is Taz (the one who owns love...yeah right)  and some other shit (idk i wasnt listenting).  We get to union station and finally catch a cab.  Idk what happened on the ride back home bc I fell asleep.  All i know is, is that I didnt come strollin back into the house until around 530 am...im surprised I wrapped my hair and took off my makeup...then i went to sleep honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics comin as soon as my friend sends them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  and part 2 tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5427643230548121392?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5427643230548121392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5427643230548121392' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5427643230548121392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5427643230548121392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-wrap-up-part-1.html' title='Weekend Wrap-Up: Part 1'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1308076748713281105</id><published>2008-10-29T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:45:43.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Am I Your Girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>OK...this post aint about me.  Why?  Because I have nothin to tell...except that Jhony's been callin but for some reason I dont feel like talkin to him..maybe I'll call back today.  Who knows?  I'm real finnicky like that.  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my homegirl has been dating this guy since April.  Thats 6 months, in case you couldnt do the math.  Now, the are just dating.  There is no title or anything.  But they have been dating exclusively for these 6 months.  Are you with me?  Ok, good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 6 months of dating...exclusively...she sends him a text asking the question..."am I your girlfriend." No response.  That was Sunday night.  Monday, at around 6 pm he calls her and says that he had left his phone over his mans house and that he just got it back...whats up?  she asked him if he got her text and he says no.  So they finally get into the conversation of wether they are actually together and he says," well, i dont want a girlfriend right now.  I'm still broken up over my last two relationships."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRE.SCREECH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?!  What do you mean that you are still broken up over your last two relationships?!  What the hell did you think this six months was?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were her thoughts and I totally agree.  How do you date someone EXCLUSIVELY for six months and not want a girlfriend?  Isnt that like having one just without the title?  I dont get it.  I think that exgirlfriend thing was a cop out.  I dont think that's what it is at all.  I just think that he wants to do whatever he wants to do and he wants to keep kcufing her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she calls me crying and all upset.  Shes confused as to why he would string her along and she feels like shes wasted her time on him.  But the thing is, is that she REALLY likes him.  My advice to her was to do what she thought was best.  because there is no compromise in this situation.  Either she sticks around until he's ready for a relationship or she leaves him alone.  either way shes not getting what she wants right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Is he ridiculous?  Is she trippin?  Is 6 months too long or not long enough?  What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1308076748713281105?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1308076748713281105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1308076748713281105' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1308076748713281105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1308076748713281105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-your-girlfriend.html' title='Am I Your Girlfriend?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6805499093976634162</id><published>2008-10-28T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:18:56.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Question of the day...</title><content type='html'>Hey Yall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* I'm sick.  My throat is closing in on itself and my nose feels like it wants to follow.  Last night I took some TheraFlu warming liquid, 3000 mg of vitamin C, drank some orange juice, drank some sleepytime tea and went to sleep in socks, a tshirt, pajama pants a hoody and 2 comforters.  I.WAS.NOT.PLAYIN.  I feel better now tho, than I did yesterday.  I will be repeating that remedy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Question of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said Candyman/BloodyMary 5 times in the mirror?  I haven't.  I'm scared to and I'm a grown woman!!  I dont really think anything will happen, but im not really tryna find out either. So, have you?  If so, what happened?  Who made you do it?  Are you scared to do it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone go in the bathroom now and do it...if you dont post anything after, we all know whats up...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6805499093976634162?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6805499093976634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6805499093976634162' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6805499093976634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6805499093976634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5733277034924455196</id><published>2008-10-27T09:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:27:24.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Monday Mash Up...Big Time Disappointment</title><content type='html'>I am not in the mood for pleasantries this morning.  Have you heard about this ish that Jennifer Hudson's family has goin on?  Im sure you have.  WTH?!  People are so sick and twisted.  And even though I refuse to comment on it (for now) i am most definitely givin her sister a serious side eye.  Somethin aint right, im tellin yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Forrest Gump over the weekend.  That is a funny ass movie.  I never realized how funny it was before.  It's like The Color Purple...that's a funny ass movie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...what else did I do this weekend?  I went to Bob Evans, got some sex, had the no rules pasta from Outback, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you lookin at me like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  The sex part?  Yeah, I did it.  Boooooooo.  Waste of time.  You see, while lil miss &lt;a href="http://renaissanceblackwoman.blogspot.com"&gt;Eb the Celeb &lt;/a&gt;was gettin her jollies off, I was not.  It started after I baby sat some bad ass kids.  All that day I had been thinkin bout gettin some.  I couldnt help it!  i was lonely :(&lt;br /&gt;So, after me and Jhony Blaze talked for awhile, I decided to give him a call and tell him I wanted some.  I had already pretty much figured out that it wasnt going anywhere romantical betweenst me and him (you like the word betweenst, right?) plus, I had never did the do with anyone outside my race....sue me for wantin to know how the booty work!! (thats one of my fave lines from tupac in poetic justice lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made plans and I headed out to Hyattsville later Friday night.  I had some Vodka and Cherry Coke and after about a glass and a half, honey, I was on my HEAD!! ok?! We started off by kissin (which i dont really do...so the liquor was definitely talkin!)  I dont really remember what happened in between...but i know we started kcufing and that part was good, I guess.  Sike, na it was...He NASTYYYYYYYY!!! lol...he was all chokin me and talkin some spanish mess lol.  But then I guess he came, bc I remember him sayin somethin like, "Gimme like 5 minutes (breathin extra hard)."  Honey, I took my lil ass to sleep!  I didnt wake up til like 1030! I got dressed and he wanted me to lay with him and cuddle, so I did for a lil second..but then I had to bounce.  The whole way home I couldnt shake the feeling of disappointment.  I wasnt expectin magic unicorn fairy dust to sprinkle over us while we were sleeping and make us fall in love but i just felt....empty.  I cant explain it.  I havent really decided yet, but i think that i'm still gonna chill on gettin busy.  There's no point in doing it if i'm not getting anything out of it.  i had fun with Mr. Jhony Blaze but....still...idk. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lookin for that warm and tingly feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5733277034924455196?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5733277034924455196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5733277034924455196' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5733277034924455196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5733277034924455196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-mash-upbig-time-disappointment.html' title='Monday Mash Up...Big Time Disappointment'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1251667118596956974</id><published>2008-10-24T08:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:52:02.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Death of a Salesman Player</title><content type='html'>What the hell is wrong witchall?!  Yall had the nerve to halfway cuss me out bout not bloggin and then yall &lt;strike&gt;raggely asses&lt;/strike&gt; couldnt even comment on a sistas post?! Yall know yall wrong right? *givin the side eye to Tima, Nasha, Candy, Vixen, Dave, and whoever else I cant remember that usually comments on here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OBVIOUS that my only REAL blog friends are TM and Toya, thanks ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...now that I'm done with that, I say we get to todays post.  Yesterday, I mentioned that technology would be the end of the player and I'm right.  Think about it.  As technology advances, there are less ways to lie, and more ways to get caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, there were no cell phones so you couldnt really keep tabs on anyone.  Pagers worked to the advantage of players bc they could assign codes to their different chix.  Plus, with a pager they could call you at their convenience.  Now we have the ability to IM, Text, Call, Voicemail, Snailmail lol...there are all different kinds of ways to catch a player.  Not to mention Facebook...oh lord, Facebook could be the destruction of a whole damned relationship!  Everybody knows somebody on Facebook.  They know when you break up, make up, they know when your relationship is complicated or totally nonexistent....to a player, facebook is prolly the devil.  Just the pictures alone will catch a player up on Facebook.  Once people start taggin the pix, its a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is how I caught my douchebag of an ex boyfriend creep creepin.  I logged into his Tmobile account and accessed his tmail email account and BAM! information overload...I got the screen name and password to Blackplanet, SinglesMeet, AdultFriendFinder, and...wait for it.... HORNY MATCHES.COM!!! lmao...Yes, this ho has a hornymatches profile.  AInt that just nasty?  He sexin random chix off the innernets?  Which aint make me do difference bc we broke up in June but I stopped kcufing him in February (which has nothin to do with why he cheated bc I found out (via his calendar on his sidekick) that he had been messin wit his new girlfriend since November of last year...anyway, back to waht i was sayin...) plus i BEEN tested and screen for STD's when all the Cancer ish happened, but maybe i should send him a lil text suggestin that he do that, no?  On top of all the screen names to his lil nasty pages, i saw the emails that him and his new chick had been sendin back and forth about how they loved each other and missed each other, woo woo whatever *stickin my finger down my throat*.  So upon further inspection, I got her work/home address, work/home/cell number, work/personal email and last but not least, her facebook account*.  Yes, all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see how technology can get a nagga found out?  Mhmmmm.  And I dont play either, cuz just like Anthony Anderson said in Two Can Play That Game, "The CIA...aint got SHIT on a woman wit a plan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember dat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *Not that I would do anything with it, cuz my name aint Jasmine Sullivan, I'm too grown and classy for mess like that.  But I'm sure that him knowin that I have all that info made it a lil hard to sleep the first couple weeks after we broke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1251667118596956974?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1251667118596956974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1251667118596956974' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1251667118596956974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1251667118596956974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-of-salesman-player.html' title='Death of a &lt;strike&gt;Salesman&lt;/strike&gt; Player'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7352315201902322743</id><published>2008-10-23T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:33:41.708-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Reappearing Acts</title><content type='html'>Well Well.  Look who decided to call.  Mr. Johnny-on-the-spot. *eyeroll*...mmmmhm.  He called last night with his excuse...and askin me could we still get together that night.  Now, while I can understand his reason for basically falling off of the face of the earth for 24 hours on Tuesday...there was no way that I was gonna still go out with him.  Unt-uh...not gon happen.  I told him that I had already made plans (plans to get in my bed, but that aint his bidness).  So when I said that, he had the nerve to act all disappointed!  But thats his fault bc even tho he was busy taking care of some personal things it takes all of about 15 seconds to compose and send a text (I think that technology will soon be the death of the player).  So no matter how busy you were, you're never too busy to send a text saying "Hey Im really super busy 2day but i saw that u called n i cant w8 2 c u 2maro" or some texty shit like that.  But he didnt, so bc he didnt...he's been pushed to the back of my (very short) list, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit tho that I was glad that he called, which makes me mad tho bc, I had just made up my mind that Iwas never calling him again.  I even deleted my call log and his number and all of his texts so that it would be impossible to call.  Why do guys do that.  Its like they have some internal alarm that goes off whenever they think that we are getting over them or on a date or something.  Thats when they want to start callin and pullin that "Baby Baby please!"  crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I played it cool.  It was a short conversation, he asked when we could get together, I told him that I was off the entire weekend and that we could get together then.  He started talkin some shit I aint wanna hear about how he's supposed to get together with his cousins this weekend.  So I just told him to let me know once he figured everything out.  But he bet not wait til the last minute to call me askin me out the same day cuz that doesnt work for me.  You need to call at least 2 days in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He almost had me with the 6 hour sweet talk bullshit but he screwed up so I'm bout to play the effin game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on like Donky Kong bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7352315201902322743?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7352315201902322743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7352315201902322743' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7352315201902322743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7352315201902322743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/reappearing-acts.html' title='Reappearing Acts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7445073801948651393</id><published>2008-10-22T09:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T09:50:36.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>The Common Denominator</title><content type='html'>Okay.  So why havent I heard from Johnny Blaze?!  Yeah.  No phone call no text no nothing.  So im sorry Tima...or Nasha, there will be no date post.  Why?  BC there will be no date.  Even if he did call today, that would be a no.  You cant not call for 2 days and then magically reappear on date day like you never got missin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I may have given up TMI.  I always do this.  I think guys lose interest after i overtly stress the fact that I am NOT havin sex wit just any ol random nigga.  I think they figure that they dont have a chance in hell with me so they just stop callin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong...I am not sayin that i think that i should change my mind about makin sexy time...bc that just aint gon happen.  I refuse to lower my standards or ignore my wants bc these raggely naggaz cant get with the program.  But maybe i need to just chill out on the way that i let them know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong (and if there are dude readers here, please feel free to correct me) but i believe that chix who dont give up the goods right away are at a disadvantage to the chickenheads that are passin out the pussy like 10 cent lemonade on a summers day.  I mean, think about it.  You have two options...someone whose makin you put in work, by this I mean, goin out on dates, talkin on the phone and generally just makin a dmaned effort...then you have someone who does not require any of that.  Its just like the old saying goes...why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  I think my blog name should be Cant Get Right.  I mean...i seem to somehow screw up any possible dating situation.  And while I know that there is definitely nothin wrong with me...i AM the common denominator in each of these situations.  I mean, as much as we would like to think so...it cant be that somethin is wrong wit everyone else, can it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh again*  It's gone be a loooong cold winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7445073801948651393?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7445073801948651393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7445073801948651393' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7445073801948651393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7445073801948651393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/common-denominator.html' title='The Common Denominator'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8241543086507335594</id><published>2008-10-21T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:47:27.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>A lil bit of this n that</title><content type='html'>I really apologize for gettin missin like this.  I feel so bad.  I just havent had anything to write about tho.  I sat down at my pc like 4 times to blog and i just couldnt.  I had stuff to write about but I couldnt figure out what to say about it.  Vixen, Tima and Nasha and TM were askin bout me...Candy emailed me last week to make sure i was ok.  Idk what my problem was.  But i am here now and I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off lemme say a big CONGRATS!! to the newly named MRS. Count!! TM got murried yall!!!  The pix are on her page and they are soooo cute!! We want the pix from mexico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to Lucky Strikes wit my girls from my part time job and we had a good time!! It was so cuties up in there!!  I met one...his blog name will be Johnny Blaze bc well...thats what he said his name was lol.  Thats not his real name but thats what everyone has called him since he was like 11 so thats what he goes by I guess.  He's Philipino and El Salvadorean...and let me not forget to mention SEXXAY!!  On Sunday night we stayed on the phone for like 6 hours  (remember that from High School...You hang up...NO YOU hang up!! lol) tellin each other about ourselves.  So far, I like him.  He's a sweet guy.  We are supposed to chill on Wednesday...we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll.  I saw Whiteboy from ILNY on Sunday!! Can I say that is a sexy white man?!*Stares dreamily into space*  Oh yeah and LaVar Arrington...I saw him too.  His dreads were NAPTY (nappy+nasty=napty).  He was not cute...now, back to Whiteboy...ohhh he just had this swag that was outta this world.  That is a sexy white man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially done with the Cancer bullshit!! I just got my medi-port removed (the thing they were usin to administer my chemo therapy) on Thursday.  No more visits to Washington Hospital Center until March!! Thats when my doctor will give me the go ahead to get preggers!! And then me and Johnny Blaze can have beautiful Blipinodorean (black+philipino+el salvadorean=blipinodorean) kids....i kid i kid!! lmao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme go do some work now *sigh*...anyway, I wont leave you guys hangin anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8241543086507335594?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8241543086507335594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8241543086507335594' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8241543086507335594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8241543086507335594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-apologize-for-gettin-missin.html' title='A lil bit of this n that'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6141819618302759043</id><published>2008-10-09T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:52:52.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>What's My Name?!</title><content type='html'>Ok...bc I really don't have anything to blog about today, but I;ve left yall hangin since like Monday...I'm gonna do a meme...here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car):&lt;br /&gt;Star Neon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe):&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal):&lt;br /&gt;Pink Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Your soap opera name (your middle name, city where you were born):&lt;br /&gt;Lynnette Grand Forks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Your Star Wars name (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name):&lt;br /&gt;Mccla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):&lt;br /&gt;Orange Malibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers):&lt;br /&gt;Bobbie Enid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy):&lt;br /&gt;CanCan Caramello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter):&lt;br /&gt;Rosenstock Raleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower):&lt;br /&gt;Summer Hibiscus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Cartoon name (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now):&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple Loafers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree):&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Bamboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived): &lt;br /&gt;Star Colorado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6141819618302759043?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6141819618302759043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6141819618302759043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6141819618302759043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6141819618302759043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s My Name?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6789676389217326083</id><published>2008-10-06T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:24:52.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>I almost made Sexy Time!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend!  I know youre wondering what this title is all about bc if youve been reading and paying attention then you know that i havent made sexy time (every time you read that you have to say it like borat.)with anyone in 6 months.  But this weekend it almost happened.  Saturday night I got an invitation for some late night movies and such over my friend *thinkin of blog name...* SEMIPRO's house.  We'll call him that cuz he plays semipro football for two leagues in the DMV.  Now me and semipro have had a lil somethin somethin goin on before but it never went anywhere bc he was kinda sorta talkin to some gurl and he was so busy between his night work schedule, football, and recording his CD.  I felt like i didnt fit in with all his extra curricular activities and i dont play second to any chick.  so needless to say we stopped hangin out altogether.  About 2 weeks ago, he hit me on fac.ebook just to say hey and then here we are at Saturday night.  Now at first, i wasnt gonna go.  I had been workin my part time job and i was just tired.  But my mom was all like "its Saturday night and you're 22, there's no reason why you need to be in the house!"  So i showered and went over there.  Let me just say now that this man is the CHOCOLATENESS!!! he is so sexy! he has one deep dimple in his right cheek and his smile is sooooo pretty!! Anyway *my apologies to the dudes that read* we were chillin on the couch watchin TV all cuddled up and stuff.  At about 2 am I am no longer able to hold my eyes open and there was no way that I was going home at that time (he lives in laurel and i live in waldorf) so he asked if i wanted to lay down. *sidenote:  he has the most comfortable bed!  its one of those joints that conform to your body *sigh** so we get in the bed and i fall RIGHT to sleep.  I mean knocked out kinda sleep.  In the midle of the morning i feel this nagga tryin it! like, he is seriously tryna get some while im sleep!! lmao so im like...semipro! what the hell are you doin??  and he says..."shhhh."  what?! did this fool just "shhh" me while he's tryna get some while IM SLEEP?!  Mind you this happens EVERYTIME i spend the night...but we always end up havin sex.  This time i was just like, "nah, im not havin sex right now....and you arent supposed to be either (he's tryin to maintain his celibacy since he's been saved) and he's like "you're right"  so he just snuggles up behind me and we go back to sleep.  i didnt wake up til about 1030.  We talked football and he wanted to make me breakfast but i couldnt chill like that without my teeth bein brushed so i bounced lol.  On the way home i replayed everything in my head and it occured to me that i havent been missing sex...ive been missing BUN TIME. I dont know if this is going to continue between me and him but i hope so...i really like him and i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; that he likes me too. idk...i guess that well see.  yall know ima keep yall posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait before you go...does anybody read Renaissance Black Woman?!  She made her page private and i would like to read...i guess thats if she invites me too =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6789676389217326083?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6789676389217326083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6789676389217326083' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6789676389217326083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6789676389217326083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-almost-made-sexy-time.html' title='I almost made Sexy Time!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2003662610042967306</id><published>2008-10-03T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:21:25.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>I guess I will be elaborating...</title><content type='html'>Can i just tell yall that i think i seen the sexiest dude on blogger today...well idk how sexy he REALLY was bc it was just a side shot of his face but damnit if his sideburns didnt look delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rereading my post and then reading your comments i feel the need to go into more detail about my past relationship.  I sounded like I was in one of those Baby Boy ghetto ass relationships and it really wasn't like that.  The situations that were mentioned in my last post sounded a lil hoodrattish i guess.  I think the reason that I was so in love with him is because I saw how he treated his family.  He has a very big family and i dont and i always wanted to be a part of somethin like that.  He worked very hard.  He was always workin.  He does road construction o he works long hours and he also hustled on the side (hence the arrests)...to help his grandmother pay the mortgage and both of their car notes.  He was the reason that i started wrkin two jobs.  He made me want to be better...somewhere along the line i guess he found what he as lookin for in someone else.  I dont really think that i am mad at him...i am mad at how he handled it.  I know that but every once in a while i get in my feelings about the situation thats all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tima and Nasha asked how come I was still lonely even though we were together.  He just wasnt affectionate.  I need affection and compliments bc thats the way that I am.  I need someone to want to cuddle and chill.  That wasnt him...it was always about everyone else.  His friends and his family and obviously this other chick were more important.  But he was first on my list.  But whatever, while my heart is broken, im glad that its over.  It was a long time comin and a damned valuable life lesson.  Now i know to never make someone a priortiy when you are only an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after i reread that post i decided to delete Jamie Ashtonn Barksdale from my life completely.  No phone calls...no plans to hang out. nothing.  I am completely washing my hands of him.  Also, please dont mistake my rant yesterday for angry black woman syndrome/niggaz aint shit speak.  You'll never hear that come from my mouth.  There is nothin sexier to me than a black man.  I'm just waiting for the right one to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling alot better today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2003662610042967306?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2003662610042967306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2003662610042967306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2003662610042967306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2003662610042967306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-i-will-be-elaborating.html' title='I guess I will be elaborating...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1420086222669825536</id><published>2008-10-02T13:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:44:16.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchassness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell em why you mad thursdays'/><title type='text'>Why me?!  Why not him?</title><content type='html'>Yeah...i know...its late and I'm just now blogging.  I had work to do.  Anyway,  I wouldnt say that I'm in a foul mood, i guess im just confused but this will be a Tell Em Why You Mad THursdays of sorts.  You see, in June of this year, i found out that my boyfriend of 7 years had another girlfriend.  No, he wasnt man enough to tell me...i found out...by checkin his email.  He had been sending her emails talking about how much he loved her and all this other crap.  After 7 years of me thinkin it was so hard to let him go, it was the easiest thing to do that Friday night for me.  I didnt cry, i just called him up, told him I knew, and hung up the phone.  I called my homegirl and we went to Fridays that night.  It just seemed so easy to walk away and I have no idea why.  After talking to this person everyday for 7 years you'd think there would be some kind of drama involved.  But there wasnt.    This was the man that i KNEW that I would marry.  I had picked out our kids names and everything.  If you would have told me that he would have another girlfriend I would have laughed bc it wasnt possible and he would never do that.  Boy was I wrong.  See, I never put it past him to cheat on me.  And i'm pretty sure that he did during the course of our relationship.  But if you knew him you would just never imagine him having another girlfriend.  i dont know if you understand what im saying but its just that way.  I had always been there for him whenever he needed me.  I was the one that drove in the snow at 2 am to get him from the club bc he was too drunk to drive...i was the one who went to pick him up from the police station every time he was arrested.  And just recently before we broke up i was the one that paid his 350 dollar phone bill...the bill that he had been talkin to his other lil girlfriend on.  If thats supposed to be his girl then why didnt she pay it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm getting at is that I dont understand why this motherfucker gets to be happy in his new relationship and im the one thats lonely.  Why the fuck am i getting the short end of the stick when he cheated on me?!  I'm doin shit for him when I'm goin through all this shit with that whole cancer thing and his bitch ass was spending time with her?!  Why am i not in a happy, sappy , cute, cuddly, holdin hands in public kind of relationship?  Why cant he be lonely?  how come i couldnt have got the hint long before he had a chance to break my damn heart?  Believe me, if i did, I would have snatched his out his chest and stomped that bitch wit my favorite steve madden pumps. and then smushed it in the ground like I was puttin out a cigarette.  Do i sound angry?  good...fuck it i am pissed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont give me that shit about how he'll get his bc i dont wanna hear it.  I want him to feel it now.  I want some shit so fucked up to happen in his relationship that he thinks back to how good he had it.  And when it does, i do NOT want to him to come whinin to me bc he chose where he wanted to be.  Let that girl (i wanted to type bitch, just so you know) deal with it bc im finally free from a relationship that i shouldve let go of a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i prolly sound bitter...but this is the result of holding all of this inside.  I try not to talk about it to my friends bc they only rehash feelings that i wish would just go away.  I just want to be happy with someone yall.  Its hard to explain the way that I am bc you dont know me.  I am happy with myself but i was lonely before we broke up.  I was always lonely with him.  I just want someone that appreciates me...and i can appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill elaborate another time.  maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1420086222669825536?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1420086222669825536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1420086222669825536' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1420086222669825536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1420086222669825536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-me-why-not-him.html' title='Why me?!  Why not him?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-9164980944626783268</id><published>2008-10-01T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:19:30.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question of the week'/><title type='text'>Just a lil randomness...</title><content type='html'>OMG i havent posted in 6 days?!  WTH is wrong with me?  I'm sorry hunnies *kisses everyone on the forehead...2 for Vixen to make her feel special*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where should i begin?  Oh...well I'm out of my apartment!!  I finally finished movin *ugh! hated it!*....so now im back with my moms...*sigh* but its for the better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! who is goin to the DC bloggers thing this saturday?  Dave, plz leave details in my comments...thx hunnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who watched Man and Wife on MTV last night.  Are Scoop and Shonda not the cutest?  They are my fave celeb couple...then Dawn and Q....*sigh* when am i gonna find my Q-Scoop?  Speakin of that, I had a convo with a girlfriend of mine and we both wonder is guys think that a gurl who approaches them comes off as thirsty (read: deperate).  I dont have a problem approaching a guy, but does it send the wrong message?  Guys, i seriously need your input on this...plz n thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who heard about that triflin assed woman who adopted 3 lil girls and then chopped up two of them and put their bodies in the freezer?  And the dude in KY that has been arrested 1,000 times...literally?  Yall know these mafuckaz black right?  When the hell did we start doin dumb shit like this?!  Shit aint right yall...shit aint right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what time wendy williams comes on tv...i wanna DVR it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my chicks that read...i need some good books cuz its lookin like its gonna be a long cold lonely einter *cue the violin...lol*  i need some books to read!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just started doing this thing in my office called Question of the week...I want to include yall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks Question:  If you could choose another name for yourself, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name would be Natalia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me Damnit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-9164980944626783268?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/9164980944626783268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=9164980944626783268' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/9164980944626783268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/9164980944626783268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-lil-randomness.html' title='Just a lil randomness...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6015573055843244958</id><published>2008-09-24T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:41:43.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Ow! Ow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SNr6NqtxdFI/AAAAAAAAABw/n16u0jUM7Ck/s1600-h/vonnavegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SNr6NqtxdFI/AAAAAAAAABw/n16u0jUM7Ck/s320/vonnavegas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249783428365251666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bc im sexxay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6015573055843244958?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6015573055843244958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6015573055843244958' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6015573055843244958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6015573055843244958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/ow-ow.html' title='Ow! 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Thank you for your questions.  I had fun answering them and I'm sure alot of you didnt think I would be so honest but I dont know yall! lmao...also, it brought out one lurker...please everyone give a warm welcome to Jaycee!! *waits while everyone claps*  Maybe I'll do another post like that in the future, what yall think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...so I'm planning the company Christmas party.  I love Company parties and dread them at the same time bc I always wait til the last minute to get my dress and stuff.  I'll have an idea in my head about how i wanna look, and then all of a sudden its the week before the party and i end up wearing somehting else.  But i plan to get started early this year...however I dont know what color to wear, what style dress to get or even where to get it from.  I dont want to wear black bc all the women who think they are fat (which is majority of the company) are gonna be wearing black.  I need to stand out in the sea of 300 people.  My fave color is hot pink but is that appropriate?  I also like green, turquoise, orange, gold, coral and brown...but are those t0o bright?  Lawd please just give me a sign! I'm lost! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I need a freakin date.  I have a little more than 2 months to meet someone that I like enough to let accompany me to this here event.  The only problem is, 2 months isnt a long time to get to know someone.  I mean, what if he gets drunk and embarrasses the hell outta me?! I dont wanna have to beat no ones ass in front of my co workers yall.  Where am i gonna meet this man thats tall dark and handsome and looks sexy in a suit?!  oh god the pressure *holding my head*...idk yall.  Ima have to put my DC Bloggin Homegirls (that means you..Candy, Tima, Nasha, and TM) on Operation: Find Pink a Christmas Party Date/Future Husband...otherwise known from here on as Operation: FPACPD/FH...well idk if thats simple enough but yall know what im talkin bout. Yeah, I'm serious.  Yall need to get to work...I'll be asking for status every Friday until the party...someone please come through...cousins, uncles, brothers and friends of families are fine...but i would prefer someone without a criminal record...kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a drink. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8306208872002224432?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8306208872002224432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8306208872002224432' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8306208872002224432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8306208872002224432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/planning-company-christmas-partyand-i.html' title='Planning the Company Christmas Party...and I NEED A DATE!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6654909150292559423</id><published>2008-09-22T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:31:22.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Ask Me Anything Answers!!!</title><content type='html'>Aight...because I cant wait...I am actually answering these on Friday lol.  You all had good questions!! Some of them would probably make some people want to lie...bc they maybe uncomfortable but im gonna tell you the TRUTH!!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I live my life not having any regrets and treating all situations as learning experiences...but if i had to choose one thing to change from my past, it would have been to not hold on to my ex boyfriend for 7 years when I knew it was bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I had to change one thing about myself it would be to not be such a bitch.  I can really be a BIG bitch when i am pushed to that point...oh and not to hold grudges...thats two isnt it? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I dont dislike anyone enough to be able to think of a specific person...i just ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. About goin to see mirrors with Super Dave...I got really busy with tryin to get my life in line for 09 lol that I really didnt think about it.  And i heard that it wasnt that good.  I thought i texted you that tho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I went to college of southern maryland for a semester...didnt work out.  I wasnt into it...but I'm going back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have 3 tattoos...I have my name on my shoulder, a butterfly on my hip and my exes name on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My favorite food is Goat Roti...its a Trini thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yes, Candy...I've had anal sex lmao!  It's aight...I don't prefer it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I would like to live somewhere dry and hot.  Like Vegas or Arizona...wait i take that back...i like the beach too...maybe Cali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 15 is my sex partner number.  I think I did majority of them between 18 and 20.  but whats weird is that only 3 of them were a regular thing.   The rest of them were FUCKnCHUCKS...like I would do them and never call again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I dont think I would kill someone even if i knew I would get away with it.  I think I would be too scared.  But then again maybe I could cuz I dont really have a conscience about SERIOUS stuff...lol thats weird hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've fantasized about one of my friends boyfriends.  But i think they wanted to have a threesome, they just never asked (they were real kinky like that).  He would walk around wit his shirt off all the time and he had a NICE body...and she would always talk about how he was in bed.  But i would never do it...and yes, I've had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I dont have a favorite song.  I have songs that apply to something that I am going through at the time and those songs are my fave for a while...this summer it was Take A Bow by Rihanna...it came out as soon as I found out my boyfriend had another girlfriend =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The traits that I look for in a significant other are: honesty, loyalty and the ability to be affectionate.  Those are the 3 biggest.  I also want someone that is funny, outgoing and spontaneous.  Also someone that I respect as a man...i cant do the weak dude thing.  I am too strong willed and stubborn for that.  I shouldnt be able to run all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do I do for fun? hmmmm...lol lets see here.  I'm pretty chill but thats bc I work two jobs and I'm usually tired.  I like to dance but im not really a club goer...i'll go every once in a while.  I guess bc I'm single now, I do alot of girls nights wit my homegirls.  I like the movies and I like to go out to eat.  A perfect day with myself would be to buy like 4 books and read them all day lol...i know, im a nerd!  I also like going to Sports Bars during football season...i LOVE football.  Oh! and Strip clubs too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I have never done anything sexually that I consider degrading.  If I'm not comfortable doing it then I dont.  But for me, letting a man cum in your face is NOT cool.  Thats just me tho...i have friends who can get with that.  I dont...and never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have never slept with a friends boyfriend or ex.  I have slept with a guy that I was datings friend.  It got real ugly lol.  Me and my boyfriend were on a break and I called the dude over...my ex ended up showing up at my apartment while the guy was still there...but he didnt get in.  I was so scared! lol...eventually I told my guy friend and he was really mad at me but he got over it and we are friends now.  I would NEVER do that again.  It was very hurtful =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Nope.  Never been with a girl.  I flirt with anyboy who flirts with me tho.   Candy used to say I was Gay for play.  I'm open to almost anything but I just never have.  I could never be in a relationship with another girl tho. too emotional and messy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it!  I hope I'm not too boring lmao!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6654909150292559423?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6654909150292559423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6654909150292559423' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6654909150292559423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6654909150292559423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/ask-me-anything-answers.html' title='Ask Me Anything Answers!!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-276104945061225147</id><published>2008-09-22T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:42:49.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Well I do know he a freak!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so first....can i get a round of applause for my DALLAS COWBOYS?!  They had me nervous at first but they pulled through in the 2nd half and got shit crackin against them Packers.  We 3-0 now, lookin to whip some Skins ass this Sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and how bout the dude that took my virginity comes poppin up from outta no where on facebook.  Then he calls....tombout he interested and what does he need to do to put his bid him *serious eyeroll*.  He even had the nerve to say some shit like "you never forget your first."  Yeah...ok.  I just dont understand how come old flings keep poppin up and new ones never surface.  Like, seriously.  I'm baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...yesterday, me and my homegirl decided to have a lil outing.  We went to the matinee movie to see the Tyler Perry movie (this was my second time) and then we went to the mall to do some shopping ( i got two VERY nice sweaters and some slacks from Old Navy!)  Then we went to MiMi's Cafe to have some lunch.  This is wwhere it gets good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my TO jersey and as soon as we walk into the restuarant this skinny girl comes from outta nowhere loud as hell tombout: COWBOYS FANS!! YALL SITTIN IN MY SECTION!  I was so bewildered i couldnt even say anything...i just sat down and she took our drink order.  She was loud the whole time...not just when she was talkin to us.  SO i see this cute guy who is a server there and I decide to ask the waitress about him...why?!  She leans over the table and goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I do know he a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um what?  me and Brandii are about to die.  She continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you see that white girl over there wit the bun?  thats his best friend and she a dyke.  She taught him everything he know and he be braggin on it.  As far as I know he aint been wit nobody in here but he workin on it.  He got a baby and I think he went to Lackey...he got a car and his own apartment.  He does a good job here and everybody likees him and he's real cool...very funny and a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...ima leave yall to think on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! before I forget.  Ive already started answering your questions!  If you havent asked your 3 you better hurry up cuz i'm postin answers tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO know he a freak!! lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-276104945061225147?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/276104945061225147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=276104945061225147' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/276104945061225147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/276104945061225147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-i-do-know-he-freak.html' title='Well I do know he a freak!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2678684521618342698</id><published>2008-09-18T09:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:40:44.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Bobby Brown...and ask me anything!!!</title><content type='html'>Ummm....Bobby Brown tried to holla at me this morning.  YES.  I said Bobby Brown.  And if you've seen Two Can Play That Game then I'm talkin bout THAT Bobby Brown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sittin at a light, mindin my own business when I hear a horn honk.  I look at the light to see if it changed and I wasnt payin attention...but it hadnt.  So i look to my right and thats when I see someone grinnin really hard at me but his window was up and there was a glare so I couldnt really tell if I knew him or not.  The light changed and while I'm drivin this fool is lookin at me the whole time and I'm sayin to myself, "Why the hell dont he roll down the window so i can see who the hell this is?!" Well he did and I wish he didnt.  He was so hideous.  He had a wide gap and twig braids in his hair.  Tombout, "you shole is pretty!"  What?!  So whole time i got that plastic ass smile on my face, wishin that I could get away from him.  We get to the next light and he like, "you look like this girl Katrina that i know.  Is yo name katrina?"  What?! No.  My name is Kisha...(my name aint Kisha yall).  When that light finally changed I HAULED ASS!!  He kept tryna catch up to me but I wasnt havin that shit, not this damned morning.  But stuff like that happens all the time when I'm drivin...but the guys are never really cute tho. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had an idea...I'm going to give each of my readers 3 questions to ask me.  Ask me anything (except my name and social, got it?), I wont lie, PROMISE!   I figure itll give yall a chance to get to know me and maybe itll bring some of my lurkers out of hiding.  If you already know me (ahem...candy, then ask something that you think others would want to know).  You have until Monday to ask me in the comment section and I'll post the answers in a blog on Tuesday...sound good? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great!  Happy Friday Yall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2678684521618342698?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2678684521618342698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2678684521618342698' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2678684521618342698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2678684521618342698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/bobby-brownand-ask-me-anything.html' title='Bobby Brown...and ask me anything!!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-43937105225651555</id><published>2008-09-18T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:24:47.443-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell em why you mad thursdays'/><title type='text'>Tell Em Why You Mad Thursdays!!</title><content type='html'>Here it is...the second edition of tell em why you mad Thursdays...hopefully itll be more successful than last time...lol. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when you hold the door open for someone and they dont feel the need to hurry the hell up.  Its like they think you're gonna stand there and hold the door forever!  Ummmm...no, im not.  I got so pissed off yesterday that I waited for the guy to get close enough to grab the door himself and then I let it go.  yeah it was a bitchy thing to do but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I'm driving and someone cuts me off and then waves thanks through the back window.  BITCH! i aint LET you in...you cut me off!  That really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work in an office environment then you can undestand this one:  I hate when we have a conference call and two people in the office put it on speaker.  so not only can I hear the lady on the other side of my partition talkin but i can hear you on my bosses phone also...would it hurt one of you to pick up the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that some guys dont start acting right until you start ignorin them.  By the time I start ignorin you, I usually dont like you.  Now you want to start callin and askin me out and I just get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lurkers!! if you are reading my blog then comment!! that way i can come to your spot and have somethin to read when i am bored and my other blog buddies are too lazy to blog!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for me right now...go head and tell em why you mad son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-43937105225651555?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/43937105225651555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=43937105225651555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/43937105225651555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/43937105225651555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-em-why-you-mad-thursdays.html' title='Tell Em Why You Mad Thursdays!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5726932413982763774</id><published>2008-09-17T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:36:24.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dick deprivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>Bloggers Block</title><content type='html'>What it do shawdiiz?!  I think I have bloggers block yall.  I just cant get my self together to really blog about anything.  Candy thinks I'm fuckstrated (good one Candy ima be usin that...mmmk? thx.) but i dont know if thats what it is.  Maybe it is tho.  If so, I need to just get the hell over it bc it wont be happenin anytime soon.  YOu know, I havent actually decided if I was celibate or not.  I mean, yeah, I'm not having sex right now...but thats not to say that I wont decide to next week or somethin.  Maybe I should declare myself celibate, hell I probably already am by default lol...like is there a rule that says that if you haven't done it in x amount of months then you are?  Well if its over 4 months then I joined the club without even knowing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is...i dont really think I even care.  I mean, I could relieve my fuckstration if I wanted to, thus prolly endin my bloggers block...but meh...i just dont really feel like it, ya know?  What's weird about that is that sex has always been very important to me.  I write about it (not here) and i like to talk about it and i used to do it all the time...but maybe that was back when i had a bf.  OMG!! do you guys think I'm experiencing some kind of trauma as a result of the way me and my 7 year bf broke up?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah....his sex wasnt that good to make me go off the deep end. *sigh*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont think that dick deprivation is a rason for my bloggers block...i think my life has just been pretty mundane thats all.  The randomness that usually plagues my mind has taken a vacation so I have nothin to offer you guys.  Oh!  I could blog about my Cowboys and how they are gonna BEAST!! this season but I have alot of chick readers, and that may not tickle yall's fancy like that.  I think that I have a date comin up soon tho...maybe thatll make for good bloggin....idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whta do yall want from me?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5726932413982763774?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5726932413982763774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5726932413982763774' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5726932413982763774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5726932413982763774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloggers-block.html' title='Bloggers Block'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8137242702127464588</id><published>2008-09-15T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:45:42.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Case of The Monday's...again.</title><content type='html'>Hola!  Here it is Monday and I'm not feelin it.  I was so busy this morning that I just now ate my breakfast...it's 130 pm.  I had my last treatment on Thursday and I am so glad this is over with!  Back to a normal life!! Although, I've recently decided that I am moving back in with my mom bc my medical bills are far too expensive for me to pay them and my rent.  Plus, I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna need a new car within the next year and I cant afford all that on what chump change I am making now.  The negative of that is that I feel like me and my mom get along way batter when we dont live together.  The positives are that I can go back to school, I'll have more time to excercise and take better care of myself bc I wont be working all the time and I'll have the money to finally do some traveling every once and a while.  So it's cool I guess.  On the note of me movin can I just tell yall that I HATE packing.  OMG....its the worst.  My last day in my apartment is September 30th and I have packed....NOTHING. *sigh* I'm assuming that I'll start this weekend.  maybe.  Ugh, I dont wanna talk about this anymore yall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.  I think that I have met someone *Cue BIG SMILE!!* I think.  I've kinda known him for a while...well my mom and his aunt are best friends.  We've met twice but I always heard about him every now and then.  We talked on the phone last night and he actually had conversation, GOOD conversation *gasp!*  I dont know how this is gonna work tho.  With me being so busy trying to put my life back together and get things in line for '09 (thats my new motto:  Getting my life in line for 09...DONT steal it you heathen Children!) I havent really had time for a new someone in my life.  But maybe thats bc I'm makin it like that?  idk, prolly.  Anyway, he lives in VA Beach (I dont do long distance relationships...do you think thats long distance?) and he's in the Navy.  Cool.  but he's got a lil baggage...which I guess i can work with.  I mean, nowadays, its hard to meet a young (hell, ANY) man with good credit, no baggage, and no kids...so you gotta pick what you can deal with.  And I think I can handle what all he has to offer.  I wont put his business out there, yet. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my hurr did tomorrow yall!! Oooh I cant wait.  I just feel better when my hair is done.  Maybe i'll get a i-just-paid-my-last-month-of-thousand-dollar-rent outfit to celebrate...itll be from TJ MAXX of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8137242702127464588?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8137242702127464588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8137242702127464588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8137242702127464588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8137242702127464588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/case-of-mondaysagain.html' title='Case of The Monday&apos;s...again.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7690536900481432500</id><published>2008-09-10T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:04:27.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reposts'/><title type='text'>Repost: June 07 Weekend Wrap up</title><content type='html'>Hey Ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that its late...but dont be mad, I've actually been workin...imagine that =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything new for you so I'm just going to repost an old weekend wrap-up.  It's really Friday that is the funniest part (well, its funny now.  It wasnt then) but I figured I'll just let you read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final treatment is tomorrow!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-wrap-up.html"&gt;Throwback Weekend Wrap-up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Pretties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7690536900481432500?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7690536900481432500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7690536900481432500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7690536900481432500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7690536900481432500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/repost-june-07-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Repost: June 07 Weekend Wrap up'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7333655763991428789</id><published>2008-09-08T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:03:42.514-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>Meh, I am not really feelin it today.  I did a 4.5 mile walk with my mom yesterday and thank GOD for Ibuprofen bc I prolly would have been crawlin into work today.  Ugh, my hair is a mess.  I need to get it done.  And i'm freeeeeeezin in my office. yuck, Yuck, YUCK!!  But ummmmm....HOW BOUT THEM COWBOYS?!?  Yezzir...we beat that azz last night...we was lookin good out there...minus all the penalties but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Ive been makin MAJOR moves....so ive been MAJORLY busy.  I dont know if I'll be blogging that often =(, we'll see tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  who saw the VMA's?  Can i say that I LOVE Rihanna...but homegirl cannot sing.  Lawd Jeezus its terrible.  But i still like her.  Ciara looked cute and that Russell Brand is too retarded, lol.  I think its just his accent that makes me laugh.  Katy Perry was kind of boring, which disappointed me.  Oh! Lil wayne didnt sound or look high and he wasnt carrying around his 3 stack styrofoam cup of drank like normal...could the rumors of a rehabbed Weezy be true?  I surely hope so.  I hate it when he's all high and what not.  you can't understand what the hell he be talkin bout.  Have you heard his new song with T. Pain?  Yeah, thats a perfect example.  It sounds like he's rappin with marbles in his mouth.  Anyway, what else? Oh!  Britney got best Vieo or somethin like that and she looked good! I'm glad for Brit...she's had a rough year.  Hopefully thingsll continue to get better for her.  I couldnt watch the whole thing tho...i was too tired.  I'll catch the rerun cuz you know MTV gon play that joint until next year...lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is random...but i need to go shopping for new winter gear =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7333655763991428789?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7333655763991428789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7333655763991428789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7333655763991428789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7333655763991428789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/case-of-mondays.html' title='Case of the Mondays'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1058576414584089359</id><published>2008-09-03T08:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:10:41.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Dreams and such</title><content type='html'>Hello all!  I'm feeling better today.  Yesterday I was in such a grumpy mood...tsk tsk.  I apologize, thats not usually like me.  Anyway, I did NOT sleep well last night.  Wanna know why?  Because of my damned dream last night.  I fell asleep watchin Devil Wears Prada and next thing i know, I'm dreaming that I'm at the airport on my way to Paris.  Then I kept waking up and hitting the snooze button thinkin that i was jet lagged, lol.  Idk what my problem was.  I also missed my connection flight on the way home or something so i had to stay in some other city.  To waste time I started shopping and almost missed my standby flight!  When i woke up, I looked at my clock and was convinced that it wasnt the right time bc the time is different in Europe!  I'm crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I finally got up and made it to work by 730.  Even though alot of details are fuzzy, I'm surprised that I remembered what I dreamt about.  Usually, when I wake up my dream floats from my mind and I cant bring it back at all.  It seemed so real that I'm pretty sure I was talking in my sleep.  I know that I do it bc I can hear myself lol.  Have you ever heard the phone ringin in your sleep and then put your hand to your ear and say "hello?", only to realize that you didnt actually pick it up?  Or think that youre having a two way conversation with someone until you wake up and realize that it was a song on the radio? lol...oh.  does that only happen to me? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats one of the strangest dreams youve had?  Or somethings that happen when you're sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raelly wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1058576414584089359?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1058576414584089359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1058576414584089359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1058576414584089359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1058576414584089359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams-and-such.html' title='Dreams and such'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8794730325328862829</id><published>2008-09-02T08:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:58:09.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Tuesday's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ugh, Good Morning I guess.  This is not a Weekend wrap-up bc there is nothing to wrap up.  Although I did visit with iCandy21 at her crib on Friday for some inappropriate illegal fun.  I have no idea what time i left nor do i remember the ride home.  i DO however, know that i spent ALL DAY in bed on Saturday.  I slept from the time i got home from Candy's to the time i had to get ready for work, which was 5 pm.  When i got off at 10 pm, I went straight to my mom's where I spent the rest of my weekned on the couch with my stomach turning somersaults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: Can I just take a minute to extend my third finger to this fucking chemotherapy?  Thanks, I knew you wouldnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really showing its ass now.  It's so bad that I almost want to skip my last treatment.  Seriously.  But I wont. Ugh, I just hate feeling like this.  I just have to go through this one more time...thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how bout the dumbass McCain picked for VP?  Not to be rude,but if he got elected and then happened to kick the bucket during his term we'd have Sarah Palin as our new president??  She looks like his secretary!! Nothin about her says VP! (I should prolly link a pic...but i dont really feel like it =/)  Plus she's got a 3 or 4 month old Down Syndrome baby and a 17 year old daughter with her OWN child on the way.  *sigh* whatever.  It irritates me so much i cant even speak on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm gonna quit my pt job and go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach still hurts =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8794730325328862829?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8794730325328862829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8794730325328862829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8794730325328862829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8794730325328862829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesdays-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2591581692208380253</id><published>2008-08-29T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:08:39.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name that movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Friday Randomness</title><content type='html'>Excuse me while I cabbage patch *elevator music plays softly in the background*....ok im back and with GRRRRRREAT news!! My numbers are normal!! I just got my results yesterday and my HcG level is at 2.4...anywhere between 0 and 5 is good.  I have ONE MORE treatment and then im done, ya dig?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.....what else?  Let's see. *thinkin thinkin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.  I cant think of anything.  I'll prolly be back tho because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Friday, you aint got no job, and yeen got shit to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name this movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats right.  Brush that weak ass fade. Nigga dick cant stay hard 5 minutes...what the fuck you do?  Take steroids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2591581692208380253?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2591581692208380253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2591581692208380253' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2591581692208380253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2591581692208380253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-randomness.html' title='Friday Randomness'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3109791863157000246</id><published>2008-08-28T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:43:57.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear people who piss me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>I dont like it...not one bit!</title><content type='html'>Yall know what bothers me sometimes?  Its a relatively small thing, i guess.  But it irks me just the same...I HATE when old white men wear thin ass button up shirts and have the NERVE not to wear a wife beater or t-shirt underneath.  You know yo mama taught you better than that!  I was walkin down the hall at work yesterday and this old white Steve Martin lookin boi turns the corner and all i see is flabbly skin and hairy nipples.  It was so nasty i wanted to punch MYSELF in the face.  And the thing is, is that i KNOW he knows better.  And if he doesnt then his wife aint doin her damn job bc i'd kick my husbands ass twice if he even &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; about walkin out the house like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing i cant stand is when men (or women cuz it happens to them too)sweat through their shirts.  I mean, i know that its over active sweat glands but damn! I know the doctor can prescribe somethin to keep that in check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and another thing.  If you sit in a small office please dont bring the plate that your Antie LooLoo made you from the fish fry on Sunday for lunch.  After you warm it up, that shit STANKS.  And then when i go to warm up my poppy seed muffin 20 minutes later, it tastes like Catfish and hot sauce. You better hope im not that hungry cuz i WILL punch you in the back of your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see....what else?  Cuz im havin fun, lol.  Or maybe I'll leave it up to yall...this might be a regular thing if yall act right!  Tell 'Em Why You Mad Thursdays!!  I want Anger!  Pissedoffedness!  Hilarity!  Shit I really just want some entertainment bc im bored as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3109791863157000246?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3109791863157000246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3109791863157000246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3109791863157000246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3109791863157000246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-like-itnot-one-bit.html' title='I dont like it...not one bit!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4030650419574423959</id><published>2008-08-27T08:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:12:25.112-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Why Can't There Be A Happy Medium?!</title><content type='html'>Hello Lovelies!  It's Wednesday!! We have two more days to go before the holiday weekend.  I love holiday weekends by the way!  I even have a calender in my cubicle of all of the up coming holidays, lol.  Do yall realize that we havent had a 3 day weekend since the beginning of July?!  Im definitely tryna do this one up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, todays post is about the random men in my life.  These men are so crazy.  i know that you are prolly thinkin that if i have a bunch (mmmmm...somewhere around 7 or 8) of men tryna talk to me then why dont i have a damned boyfriend?  Well, bc they are crazy i tell you!  They fit into like 3 categories: The ones who wanna wife me...tomorrow, the ones who dont know what they want, and the ones who are grown assed men but have no intention on really settling down anytime soon but still wanna talk to me when they know i'm not for that "playin second to another chick" shit (that last one was long lol, but accurate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who wanna wife me...tomorrow:  These are the ones who really blow me.  I mean they have all the qualities that i would like in a husband but they want to do shit like move in together, make babies, and have joint bank accounts and shit.  And they want it NOW!  One dude hung up on me yesterday bc he said that after he told me how he felt about me, i havent made a decision or i havent said anything about the way i feel.  Well, maybe thats bc i dont feel a special way right now.  We havent been anywhere or spent any time together other than me stoppin by his house and sittin on the steps with him for a couple hours.  DUDE!  you havent put in any work!! Plus, he always wants me to come see him....he's never been to my house...NOT ONCE!  Besides, hangin up on me just got you a one way ticket to lose-my-fuckin-number-ville...i dont play that shit.  There is another guy that i met on new years and we talked for like 2 months....everything was perfect.  I mean almost too good to be true.  And thats exactly how i started feelin.  i just felt like somethin wasnt right.  After the first week he was tryna get me to meet his daughter, which i was not comfortable wit bc i dont think that its a good idea to introduce children to random people in your life.  Then he started askin me if i had thought about movin in with him...WHAT?!  At that point i just cut him off.  he called me EVERYDAY, more than several times a day, then he started leavin weird creepy messages, so i just never answered another one of his calls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who dont know what they want:  These are the ones that are all over you one minute and then get missin for like 4 days out of no where. Now ill admit, that when i like someone i like them alot.  but once you piss me off one too many times, i get bored with them and its damn near impossible to get me to feel the way i did in the beginning...Island Breeze fell into this category a long time ago.  Check my blog...he hasnt been mentioned in a while lol.  He's just too wishy washy for me.  I dont even really remember when he stopped mattering to me, prolly when he told me that i was girlfriend material and that he wanted to be with me...but he didnt wanna make it officail until October...yea ok...bc i'm really gonna wait [ S A R C A S T I C F A C E ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who are grown assed men but have no intention on really settling down anytime soon but still wanna talk to me when they know i'm not for that "playin second to another chick" shit:  Omigod i hate them.  and they prolly hate me too.  You know why?  Bc I wont give up the panty drawz.  That's all they want.  None of these fools in the category that i have listed get the panty drawz but this group definitely does not stand a chance.  Im not interested in the wham-bam-thank-you-mam or the fuck'n'chuck thing.  and if i was it would be on MY terms.  These are the ones that are cool to chill wit but its guaranteed that they are gonna try and get-in-them-drawz-and-tear-dat-ass-up at some point during the hangout.  they have random girls callin all the time with ringtones like lollipop by weezy or i was gettin some head by shauna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-(lmao...one time &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; along time ago&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me and this dude where gettin it in and his phone rang with that Shauna ringtone and thats not what made me mad bc we had an FWB arrangement.  What pissed me off was that he tried to tell me it was his mom...yea, bc im really gonna believe that =/)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but dont understand why my goods are on CLANK CLANK! lockdown.  I dont do second place honey, its either just me or not me at all...you WILL NOT straddle the fence, sorry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drives me crazy i tell youz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4030650419574423959?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4030650419574423959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4030650419574423959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4030650419574423959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4030650419574423959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-cant-there-be-happy-medium.html' title='Why Can&apos;t There Be A Happy Medium?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2722714543522327340</id><published>2008-08-26T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:59:03.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Bizzack?!</title><content type='html'>It's me snitchezzzz!! Well actually i was back yesterday but with all the emails that were in my damned mailbox, i didnt get a chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT, OFF THE CHAIN, FANTABULOUS weekend in Vegas!!!!  My mom and her best friend went and so did my grandmother and her cousin.  My coworker/friend came with me.  But *sigh* there was no inappropriate behavior.  I did however get drunk for the 2nd time in my life!!  Ow!  That was Friday night.  Me and Sunshine got dressed (ill have to post that pic once my mom sends it to me cuz i was lookin too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts honey!) and headed across the street to the Palazzo hotel (which is beatiful) to get to the 40/40 club.  It was kinda small but very swanky.  I liked it.  The music was poppin and the bartender was cute.  I ended up havin 1 Long Island and 4 Malibu and Cokes...Sunshine had 1 Long Beach.  THAT.WAS.IT.  No I don;t do the peer pressure thing but she's really standoffish (low self esteem/lacks confidence...but thats another post for another day) and so im just thinkin that maybe another drink or 4 would have loosend her up...am i wrong for thinkin that?!  So anyway, she sat in the corner by the bar the whole night while I danced until they turned the lights on and where sweepin the floor!!  I wanna tell yall what I wore but i think I may just make you wait for the pics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh!! In my drunken stupor I managed to almost fight a crackhead. Yes, honey.  Now he was the only crackhead on the strip and he was workin double time bc earlier that day we saw him harrassin some innocent white folk.  He was wearin his pink Easter suit.  Then when the club let out, we saw him in some jean shorts and no shirt harrassin two cutie pie white boys for their beer.  So my dumb ass walks up to them and im like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Clyde!  If you dont get your ass from in front of Ceasers Palace ackin a damned fool!! And where the hell is your shirt?!  I dun told you bout this shit!! *to the white boys*  yall excuse him..he dont know no betta.  *back to crakhead* Clyde!  Get yo ass back where you belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab the arm of the cutest white boy and start walkin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde the crackhead: What?!  Oh so you like white boys?  You just gon walk away wit them honkys girl?!  You know they used to lynch us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, Sunshines eyes are buggin outta her head and shes gettin all nervous tombout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, Im sorry! Just please. Ohmigod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clyde the crackhead:  Bitch shutup!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute white boy on my arm: Hey!  You dont fuckin talk to a lady like that!! What the hells wrong wit you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk away from Clyde and start headin toward our hotel.  I find out that ol boy is from Birmingham and he's a nurse and he likes black girls...lmao!! I also found out it was his birthday so I gave him a nice juicy kiss on the cheek and posed in a picture with him.  He was so excited lol.  Sunshine said his dick got hard. lmao!!!!  They walked us to our room and that was that bc Sunshine wasnt havin no company in the room.  Whatever, I was tired anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothin else that really happened. I did notice however, that there were alot of couples.  ALOT.  and there werent alot of black people.  But i loooooved the weather.  I wondered if i could live there...but by the time my plane was flyin over the Pentagon and the monument I was glad to be home.  Nothin like good ol DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im exhausted honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2722714543522327340?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2722714543522327340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2722714543522327340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2722714543522327340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2722714543522327340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/guess-whos-bizzack.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Bizzack?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3800360109085194645</id><published>2008-08-20T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:03:15.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Office!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys....I'm gone to VEGAS BABY!!! Try not to miss me too much while im gone.  I'll be back Monday with a recap and pix unless my weekend is TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE...which im hoping it will be ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM00CH3Z BABEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3800360109085194645?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3800360109085194645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3800360109085194645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3800360109085194645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3800360109085194645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-of-office.html' title='Out of Office!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5383704172475817064</id><published>2008-08-20T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:49:34.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men/women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The RE-Education...</title><content type='html'>Hey Hey Heeey!!!! It's almost Fridaaaaay!  Ok.  Im done rhyming...but good morning.  I am tired but very excited about my vacay!! Anyway...this here post is something that I have been thinkin about for a while but i rarely share with anyone bc...well, just bc ok? Really there isnt a reason why, its just one of the few things i voice my opinion on.  I have very specific feelings about how a relationship should be between a man and woman. Now I'm not talking about a lil rinky dink relationship.  I'm talkin about marriage, or a relationship with the potential of marriage.  I feel like the man should be the leader and the head of the household.  Regardless of how much money he makes or whatever.  Now, im not the least bit submissive, AT ALL lol.  but I dont believe that I have to be to let my man take care of the things that a man should.  Now I do believe that if he isnt taking care of his business as a man, then as the wife, fiance, whatever it is my job to take over...but only then.  I dont know if i'm sounding right.  and maybe this is why i dont express my views on this topic alot.  I just know what i think.  The man that i hopefully end up with one day would be a king and think of himself as such.  I need someone thats strong and doesnt buckle at the sign of pressure from work or life in general.  Someone that has dreams and makes me want to believe in him.  Someone for my sons to want to be like. But a man who also understands that while i am here to support his endeavors that i am in no way his shadow and i have goals and dreams of my own that he should support as well.  Damn, you know who i just described?  Barack and Michelle.  Now thats the kind of relationship i want.  I would say that The Obama's should be the first family even if it were only to show the black community what a black family is.  Obviously not every black man is gonna be a presidential nominee...but for some reason i just get the feeling that even if Barack were a janitor Michelle would be there holding him down.  And if they aint really like that then they do a damn good job of frontin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know yall wonderin why im gettin all Oprah on yall and shit.  I was talkin to a co-worker and friend of mine, Dante Moore.  His book, (yall like how im friends with Authors and shit hunh? Yeah, i know lol) The Re-Education of the Female just came out last month and I read it bc I'm always trying to get to know what men like and what goes on in that teeny weeny tiny brain of theirs lol.  Dante says alot of things in his book that may piss some women off, but that i understand.  This book isnt a step by step guide to how to get a man its just his thoughts about what women are doing wrong.  He's very straight-foward...kinda like he's talkin to his boys...so it gets kinda harsh, but it is what it is.  We want the truth but we are asking the wrong person.  Which is something he discusses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wait a minute...i dont even know why the hell I'm givin his ass all this damn exposure when he didnt even blog like i asked him too!! I reach millions...MILLIONS with my blog each day (ok...maybe im exaggerating) but he cant even give us somethin other than the stale crap he blogged about back in '78?! Oh yeah...check him out &lt;a href="http://thereeducation.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, he discusses a wide range of topics in his book from why he thinks men cheat, to the break down of the black family, sex and even religion.  It's a book that i think all black women who are interested in learning how men think should read as well as men...i wanna know if Dante is right in his assumptions lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i got all deep on yall...this just goes to show im not as retarded as you think ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5383704172475817064?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5383704172475817064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5383704172475817064' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5383704172475817064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5383704172475817064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/re-education.html' title='The RE-Education...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2930963367669182123</id><published>2008-08-19T07:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:24:23.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Tuesday's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello and Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm...i have 2 days before I'm sipping alcoholic beverages poolside in Vegas.  Just thought I'd share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom wants to read my blog.  We're in the car last night and shes all, "Can i read your blog?  How can I see your blog?"  My response? "Negative."  And i meant it.  NO!  She can not read my damned blog.  You dont understand, its not even that I'm scared for her to read it because i'm a grown assed woman and i live by my damned self.  but my mom likes to analyze things...over...and Over....and OVER again.  Once i blog about something im usually done talking about it.  She'll want to rehash everything i wrote about. Or she'll be like, "Why did you say that on the internet?!"  I dont have the time or enough tylenol to deal with that.  No.  she cant read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.  Yesterday i was at work and this white guy and two black guys come in trying to sell me their craptastic assed CD and I'm like, "Na, I'm good."  So the white guy is trying to reason with me about why I should buy their CD and one of the other guy interrupts and says something that I can't remember next thing i know i hear the white guy shout, "SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN I'M FUCKIN TALKIN!!"....ummmm [ B L A N K S T A R E ]  Are you fuckin kidding me?!  I'ma tell yall like this here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE GOTDAMNED.  (there are no exclamation points bc i want yall to know how serious i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but you aint just gon scream on me like that and think you aint finna (yes, i know i said finna) get punched in yo damned mouth.  It couldnt be anybody, much less a white person.  Dawg...ion even think i would let my MAMA scream on me like that in public.  Is you crazy?!  See i get real ingnorant if somebody tries to play me in public.  Cuz i just feel like as high as gas is...all i got out here is my dignity.  and i REFUSED to get sonned...by ANYONE.  And get this....dude aint even say nothin.  NOTHIN.  Couldntna been me.  Imjussayin =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever call T-mobile or Bank of America or somethin and get that automated voice?  Of course you have.  I hate her.  I'm callin my bank yesterday to transfer some funds and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hi.  I'd like to help you carry out your transaction...what would you like to do today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Transfer funds.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Im Sorry, please repeat that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (kinda loud) TRANFER FUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;Her: OK.  I can help you with that.  Please say your account number.&lt;br /&gt;Me: xxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Her: was that xxxxxxxxx?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! &lt;br /&gt;Her: Ok.  Please enter you social security number.&lt;br /&gt;Me: xxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;Her:  I see youve done a tranfer from this phone before.  (why does that matter?)  Which account would you like to transfer from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Checking to savings.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ok.  In what amount?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 50 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Was that...fifteen HUNDRED dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! FIF-TEE Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Ok. fifteen dollars.  Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *really fuckin frustrated now* No!&lt;br /&gt;Her: I'm sorry...you must be in an area with bad reception, please-&lt;br /&gt;Me: *SCREAMING* NO! FUCK YOU! FUCKING DUMBASS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i hung up.  that really pissed me off.  how the fuck do you even know that I'm on a damned cell phone?!  I mean I was but still.  Why the hell cant I just talk to a regular damned person?  That was like a damned 10 minute conversation for a 2 minute transaction.  I was really irritated by it then, and im started to get irritated about it now...so maybe i should just stop.  what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Before i go...*draggin my foot back and forth and twiddlin my thumbs infront of me* Ummm...Dave...I kinda maybe sorta a little bit wanted to know if you wanted to see mirrors with me...you know if you want to and all...i mean, i dont know if you have plans or anything...lmao! sike na im not even shy like that.  Dave, you IS going to see Mirrors wit me...when i come back from Vegas of course...and you aint got no damned choice bout dat either!! (I like the Rasputia approach better, whaddayou think? *bats eyelashes*) LMAO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going foreal this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2930963367669182123?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2930963367669182123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2930963367669182123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2930963367669182123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2930963367669182123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/tuesdays-thoughts.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4587852278863947864</id><published>2008-08-15T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:03:36.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Good News!!</title><content type='html'>I went for my treatment yesterday and my numbers have decreased dramatically since two weeks ago!! Last Thursday my HcG level was 1371 and when i got my labs back yesterday it was down to 77...SEVENTY FREAKIN SEVEN yall!!!!!! ow!  So he says that i should only need 1 more treatment...2 at the most.  FRANKS AND BEANS!!!  By October ill be good as new...YA DIG?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of October...and i know i may be jumping the gun a lotta bit but i wanna go to a Haloween party...like, a costume one.  ive always wanted to go but ive never been....but ya girls goin to one this year...mhmmmm.  Yall know of any good ones?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Oh!  My dads family is coming this weekend and my aunts dont like my stepmom and my stepmom dont like them...HOT DAMN i think were in for some drama folks!!  I'll be kickin back and relaxin wit a bag of Orville Redenbachers...unless my aunts get TOO outta pocket wit my stepmom and then i may have to regulate.  Thats my fam...but Crystal is my sister and brothers momma...i gotta have her back.  it just be's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for another good movie to come out.  I think i wanna see Mirrors with Keifer Sutherland and Paula Patton...but thats scary and if you know me, then you know that i need a MAN to go to a scary movie wit bc i acts damn fool.  Im really scared of them lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is going to first grade *sniff sniff...tear!*  Shes gettin so big!! I cant even beileve (&lt;---that looks wrong...did i spell that right??) oh shit...lol...believe. duh! lmao...anyway, yeah...she's growin up.  Now if we could just get my brother to stop biting people and calling strangers jive turkeys (seriously...he does that.) then we be on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps is beastin in the olympics dawg!! i sure hope this is all him.  it would be ashame if he got caught up in  some steroid scandal or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a flashback friday hunh?  i couldnt think of a story to tell tho...sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4587852278863947864?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4587852278863947864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4587852278863947864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4587852278863947864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4587852278863947864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-news.html' title='Good News!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6203942717763730881</id><published>2008-08-13T15:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:38:45.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time...</title><content type='html'>I shouldna left you...with out a dope...sike lemme stop!  Hello all...im baaaaack!!  With an explanation of course.  Lets see....Wednesday thru Sunday I was sick.  I had an earache and a fever and since i didnt come to work and i dont have the innernets at home...i didnt post.  Monday I had surgery and was on Percocets, so my post wouldnt have even been coherent if i HAD posted.  Tuesday, I was still on the percs...smh.  So here we are at Wednesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I have surgery you ask?  Well back in May I had a molar pregnancy which is baisically  like a tumor (if you really wanna know exactly what it is then look it up...but i dont feel like givin a detailed explanation and i know you dont feel like reading one...) in your uterus.  I had a D&amp;C performed and my GYN thought they had removed the tissue...but negative.  When they found out that they hadnt they sent me over to Washington Cancer Institute (no...i dont have cancer) and i began chemotherapy treatments once a week.  Even though i dont have cancer, since all of the tissue was not removed they treat it like cancer by administering chemotherapy.  if you know anything about chemo then you know that it is used to kill off cells that are growing rapidly than normal.  Anyway, two weeks ago, my GYN Oncologist (fancy name, hunh?) said that i wasnt responding as well as he would like to the therapy so they were gonna switch to a more aggressive one.  Instead of intramuscular, this one is givin intravenously.  However, it is much to strong a drug to just be pumpin through the veins in your arm...so I had surgery on Monday so that they could place a MediPort into my chest and they would inject the chemo through there every OTHER week now.  So that is whats going on with me.  No, i am not bald headed...I havent even lost hair.  I still weigh my usual 164.5 pounds...and i donnt be throwin up and stuff.  And if i didnt tell you then you would never even know...hell, i been receivin treatment for about 6 weeks and the people at my job are just now finding out.  My doctor says everything should be over and done with in about 3/4 weeks...so im praying for that.  And im STILL goin to Vegas!! How you like me now?! lmao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other questions you would like to know the answers to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6203942717763730881?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6203942717763730881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6203942717763730881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6203942717763730881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6203942717763730881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5895280873218699531</id><published>2008-08-10T14:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:18:06.008-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>I'm all for goin natural...but DAMN!</title><content type='html'>Hey Ya'll!   Its been strange not postin...and it feels even more strange that I am postin on a Sunday.  I NEVER post on weekends!!  Guess that goes to show yall how bored i am *sigh*.  Well, lets see whats new around here...oh! i just posted a picturrre...look to the right of this post please *waiting while you take a gander* yes im a doll aint i, just the cutest darn thing you ever did see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this post was gonna be bout my great grandmother....but i cant find any pictures right now and you need them for the story..so later, mmkay?  But this weekend i was at my dads house and all of my heathen little cousins where there.  there are nine of them...so there were 11 little kids runnin around my fathers house and i never understood when grown up told us that we smelled like outside...but honey when them kids spent all day on the giant trampoline and then came spillin into the house when it was time for dinner....the best word to describe the funk is NATURE.  they smelled VERY natural okay?  like grass, sticks, dirt and skunks. holy mackerel did they stink!  I cant even believe i used to smell like that.  the odor was so powerful that it got me wondering at what age do you start insisting that your child wear deodorant? i would have thought at about age 9 or so but when my baby brother ran pat me after his cousins i know i got a whiff of his au naturale and hes only 2!!  and the way everyone else was carryin on you would have thought that i was the only one who smelled it!  The parents just let them sit right at the table with us clean folk!!  i was in shock! like i know that when you become a parent you learn to ignore certain things, but damn that! Maybe im overreacting...has anyone else had this experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im waiting for an answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5895280873218699531?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5895280873218699531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5895280873218699531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5895280873218699531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5895280873218699531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-all-for-goin-naturalbut-damn.html' title='I&apos;m all for goin natural...but DAMN!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5267226632261256453</id><published>2008-08-05T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:03:08.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>Im'm just busy.  well, i lied.  im not busy.  i just dont have anything to tell you guys...imagine that =/.  I finally unlined my blog from facebook so things maybe a lil different around here.  But anyway...ill be back.  may not be this week, but tuesday i will definitely have a weekend wrap up for yall. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You happy TM? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5267226632261256453?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5267226632261256453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5267226632261256453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5267226632261256453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5267226632261256453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3314098481622315674</id><published>2008-08-01T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:54:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Feelings</title><content type='html'>We Made It!! It's Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo!  That took a looooong time...lol.  So, anyway, I posted a lil creative writing session the other day.  Somethin I was just thinkin about....nothin real bc as you all know, I'm not getting any right now (by choice mafucka dont get it twisted!).  But my home girl reads it and then tells me that she sent it to her boyfriend.  Ummmm....what?  I got in my feelins about that bc i feel like that is MY work.  My thoughts....my creativity.  You just sent my freaky ass thoughts to your boyfriend.  She probably thought I was overreacting but whatever. It pissed me off bc essentially she took credit for something that I did.  Fine.  You wanna send your boo somethin sexy but write somethin that YOU thought of.  Not something that I wrote, change a couple words around to fit your relationship and then when he tells you how horny it made him you be like "Yeah, I was just thinkin about you baby...you make me feel like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  Maybe im trippin.  i mean i understand that not everybody has the creativity to write whatever they are feeling or they dont know how to put their words together. but if you wrote a song and someone saw it, liked it, and then acted like THEY wrote it, im sure it would piss you off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...water under the bridge now.  I WILL NOT be posting any of my work up here, i'll just keep it to myself until its copywritten, that way we wont have this little problem anymore.  and if you think i WONT sue if i find out that someone has taken credit for something that i wrote after its been copywritten....TRY ME.  Gas is TOO damned high and yall already know its hard out here for a pimp...I want my monies lol! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...and I WAS gonna post some of the book i started writing, but nooooooo!! lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weekend everybodies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3314098481622315674?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3314098481622315674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3314098481622315674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3314098481622315674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3314098481622315674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-my-feelings.html' title='In My Feelings'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5954275959089485724</id><published>2008-07-31T10:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:41:45.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>No not Miami fool...Missing In Action.  I'm not really blogging today bc its a half day for me and i have something really important to do so... I dont really have time to be messin off wit yall like that. &lt;i&gt;Fix your face; Dont give me that look&lt;/i&gt;  I'm gonna leave you guys with &lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com"&gt;somethin to do/read&lt;/a&gt; cuz i care, kinda and i know yall be bullshittin at work lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...Be easy...and ima holla at yall tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5954275959089485724?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5954275959089485724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5954275959089485724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5954275959089485724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5954275959089485724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2396147571333203294</id><published>2008-07-30T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:52:31.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inappropriate thoughts'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Business</title><content type='html'>The way you left me this morning...what can I say?  My mind was on you all day.  I just kept replaying the events from last night.  It started with that massage...mmmmm.  You had the oil warmed up just right.  and when you drizzled it slowly from my shoulders to my ass, i knew what you had in mind.  Your hands felt soooo good on my skin.  You rubbed out the kinks in my back...took your time just like i like...kneaded my cheeks with your thumbs...made that spot soakin wet. you went down my legs, from my thigh to my calves.  You worked the hell out of my feet.  Back up to that crease behind my knees.  You got me all relaxed, feelin good. Its like you could sense how bad i wanted you, needed you.  You spread my legs and slowly put your fingers inside.  I know you felt how wet i was bc it had soaked through the sheet.  You kept up that slow stroke with your fingers, makin slow circles with your thumb on my clit....my body tenses up but im trying not to give in.  I dont want you to make me come so easily.  I grind into your hand while you continue and im touchin myself along with you.  My eyes are closed and im enjoying everybit of this.  We arent talking but you know what im thinkin. Its been such a long day...i need to just let go of everything.  You're still rubbin my clit but with urgency now.  I grind faster and just when you feel my body start to jerk, you pull your finger toward yourself while inside me, silently beggin me to come.  and i do.  It leaves me tired and breathless, and you, satisfied that you have done your job.  You lay down beside me as i lick my sweetness of your fingers.  No time passes before I am fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin here at my desk unable to concentrate....wet...wantin you.  Dont make plans tonight...we have unfinished business to tend to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2396147571333203294?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2396147571333203294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2396147571333203294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2396147571333203294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2396147571333203294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/unfinished-business.html' title='Unfinished Business'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3781183869331905577</id><published>2008-07-29T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:32:28.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>How YOU Doin' LeBron?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SI9aHCtD6uI/AAAAAAAAABE/u0awu67I5eM/s1600-h/LV-lebronjames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228496769431890658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SI9aHCtD6uI/AAAAAAAAABE/u0awu67I5eM/s320/LV-lebronjames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LeBron,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, how do I say this?  Ummm...babe, you lookin a lil feminine.  A lil "How you doin?" as Wendy Williams would say it.  The way your head is cocked and them deuces you are chuckin look sweeter than my cousin Peaches' red kool-aid.  And while I understand that you're travelin...that Louis man-purse you're carrying does nothin but add fuel to this fire.  The smile, the way your hip is cocked up like you got a lil switch goin on.  Honestly, Im worried.  I'm positively almost sure that no straight man would be caught dead in a pose like that.  NEVER.  King James?  Please.  More like QUEEN!!  lol...I'm sorry I had to just throw that in there.  You know we still go back like Rihanna's forehead (sike RiRi!! i love you gurl!)...imjussayin this aint a good look for you.  The only way to negate this is to take nekkid sidekick flix and send them to my &lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; email account.  What?! I dont write the rules...i just report them =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team USA all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3781183869331905577?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3781183869331905577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3781183869331905577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3781183869331905577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3781183869331905577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-you-doin-lebron.html' title='How &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; Doin&apos; LeBron?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SI9aHCtD6uI/AAAAAAAAABE/u0awu67I5eM/s72-c/LV-lebronjames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2707322243821130678</id><published>2008-07-29T11:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:52:36.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT...Q Community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Awwww You Guys Care!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so touched by the 3 caring and uplifting comments that were left yesterday *tear!*.  Thanks and when i do finally write that book I'll be sure to include your names in the thank you's.  Also, I have fans yall!  Like people who read on a daily basis!! Every one wave hi to GiGi and MizUntouchable!! I feel like a celebrity...&lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;lol.  This puts pressure on me tho...its like I have to be funny now because people are counting on it. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i know i spend alot of my blogging talkin bout men and how i would like one.  So just bear with me here while i rant about the lack of eye candy in Pentagon City.  Now you all know that i work in the mall part time (come visit us @ The Body Shop...we have a great sale going on....and you can see me!!) and the mall used to be a place where you could find quality material to gaze at.  Girls and boys alike.  I mean, before you were old enough to drive you would ask your parents to drop you off at your local mall (for me it was St. Charles Towne Center...shout out to "Chuck County"! *rolling my eyes* who says that?! Anyway...) and you and ur gurls or boys would hang out there and see how many girls/guys you could book.  At least that wat we did back in the day.  So where are the guys now?  Wait, i should be more specific...where are the &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt; men?!  Not at pentagon city, honey.  I have seen more flamboyantly gay boys runnin around in the last 10 months then i have ever seen in my life...wait, except for that one time i went to PG Plaza...wooooooow.  Anyway, dont get me wrong I'm down with the whole...LGBT...&lt;em&gt;Q &lt;/em&gt;movment and all (lol Candy) but why does it seem like Pentagon City is their Headquarters?  No bullshit, one of my coworkers saw a tranny at the ANTM auditions.  A TRANNY!! With a tuck* and everything! Like, are you serious?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss the old days when sexy men would come to the mall to get fresh for what ever it is they were gonna be doin that night.  Seriously, Ive only seen one sexy man...damn was he fine! *&lt;em&gt;stares off into space dreamily&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;God knew what he was doin when he made him...Lawd Jeezus!  Im sorry...oh yeah, and Allen Iverson was strollin through the mall 2 weeks ago.  But that wasnt for me cuz he not my type.  So yeah, there have only been 2 attractive men in the mall since October of '07.  If you think im lyin come see for yourself =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be at the car wash...i think thats where the sexy men are at in the summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You know what a tuck is. dont even front!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2707322243821130678?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2707322243821130678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2707322243821130678' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2707322243821130678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2707322243821130678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/awwww-you-guys-care.html' title='Awwww You Guys Care!!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6631095151551770665</id><published>2008-07-28T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:00:00.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>What Am I Here For?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know...I am in rare form posting twice on a Monday.  But I am in inner turmoil as to what I am supposed to be doing with myself.  If you know anything about signs then you know that Pisces are the most creative.  I am a pisces in case you didnt know.  I feel stifled creatively in my job but i have no idea what I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to do.  This is also a trait of the Pisces...indecisveness.  I like so many things...music, movies, people, arts and crafts...everything.  I used to want to be an actress but I'm not willing to be someone's roommate in LA/NY, waitressing until im 30 while I wait for my big break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats the reason why I haven't started my own company or written the book that i was talkin about bc im scared of failure.  Scared I wont be successful or somethin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By the way, this is extremely hard for me to admit.  I dont like to admit that I am scared to do anything.  I dont even know if this blog is gonna make it to being posted...i guess we'll see =/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make a decision though because I'm tired of doin this dumbass finance/procurement job.  Its runnin me ragged and its not fun.  Its only makin the ends meet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me while i go post my resume on monster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6631095151551770665?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6631095151551770665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6631095151551770665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6631095151551770665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6631095151551770665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-am-i-here-for.html' title='What Am I Here For?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5392186521559020475</id><published>2008-07-28T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:16:00.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>I Think Im Raging Against The Machine!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no weekend wrap-up.  Why, you ask?  BECAUSE I DIDNT EFFIN DO ANYTHING!!!!  Look for one...oh i dont know....sometime around the 12th of August.  Ill just be getting back from visiting my mom's family.  I'm sure ill have some fuckery to report, being that my oldest aunt refers to herself as a "BIKER BITCH FA LYYYYFE!!!" ....yes, im serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  as I was saying...my weekend pretty much sucked.  I was at work everyday.  And while i love my boss and coworkers, no one wants to be at work the whole weekend.  But this is for Vegas so im sucking it up *sigh*.  Oh!  I did meet a cute lil tenderoni Thursday night!! I know what i said and i dont need you remindin me!!! But he has a nice ass and id like to spank it!! lmao...na but hes cool and he doesnt get on my nerves...for right now.  He's goin to school in August so this is just a summer thing....like GREASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.  Why is that the title of my post?  Bc i just dont give a damn anymore.  I noticed this morning that I havent givin a damn for a long time now...particularly about what white people think.  I was driving my car listening to Jeezy and Kanye on blast and i pulled up at a light where white people were standin at the crosswalk.  Now normally this is where i would have lowered the volume a smidgen bc i didnt want white people mumbling the "N" word as they crossed the street but today?  I think i turned it up. lol...i dont know whats gotten into me!  I got buck with a lady on the metro this morning for movin like frozen molasses was in her ass.  I mean i didnt kirk or anything but i did say "SCUSE ME!" a little rudely.  I mean, the doors were about to close and she was just standin in front of me like she didnt hear the "ding ding....doors closing!"  When she looked back at me, I gave her the "Bitch whatre you lookin at?!" face.  I cant help it! White people are starting to annoy me.  Not all of them...i mean i like most of them.  But these damned Virginians piss me off.  Its like you can almost hear them thinkin that they are better than you or something.  I cant quite put my finger on it. But when i do, it wont be my finger theyll have to worry about.  itll be my foot....in their ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...i need to eat breakfast and actually start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5392186521559020475?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5392186521559020475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5392186521559020475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5392186521559020475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5392186521559020475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-im-raging-against-machine.html' title='I Think Im Raging Against The Machine!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2424468549847978387</id><published>2008-07-25T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:17:54.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback fridays'/><title type='text'>F L A S H B A C K F R I D A Y Z</title><content type='html'>Im back again and have decided that im gonna do a flashback friday starting today. Ill either post an old blog or tell an old story. Today itll be an older post...one of my more raunchy ones from a while back....let yall in on my badgirl side lol! Ive calmed down &lt;em&gt;alot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2007/06/workplace-nookie.html"&gt;READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2424468549847978387?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2424468549847978387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2424468549847978387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2424468549847978387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2424468549847978387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/f-l-s-h-b-c-k-f-r-i-d-y-z.html' title='F L A S H B A C K F R I D A Y Z'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6414686898923497057</id><published>2008-07-25T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:38:12.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooooo fuckin irritated right now!!! Have you ever had someone in your life that you know you need to cut out? Ugh...fuck it.  Im too mad to even blog about this shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breaths*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to eat a rice krispy treat to calm me down.  Oh and Happy Friday!! Anyway, im thinkin about writing a book.  i started one back in high school but i never finished it bc that shit is hard! lol...It involves alot of research on the background of your characters and the setting of the book (well if your gonna write a good book you do).  On top of that you have to try and get it published, or publish it your self.  you need an editor and all kinds of other shit.  Shit that i dont feel like i would actually&lt;em&gt; feel like&lt;/em&gt; doing.  I cant remember what my book was about really but it was going in the direction of an urban romance novel...something like Zane, or Eric Jerome Dickey would write.  I would let my friends read samples of what i had completed and they loved it...i even wrote this threesome sex scene that so off the chain it seemed real!  Everyone that had read it was talkin about it.  I even had the guys readin it...lol.  The thing is, I dont know where it is.  I took it to my cousins house for her to read and the bitch said she lost it.  Ever since then, I havent had the energy or the creativity to write a new one.  Another thing about writing a book is that whole capitalization/punctuation thing.  if you havent noticed....i dont do that when im typing.  I dont have time bc most of the time im blogging while my boss' back is turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since ive been thinkin about doing this i dont wanna write just another &lt;em&gt;FLYY GIRL or COLDEST WINTER EVER.&lt;/em&gt;  I was thinkin somethin about an urban thriller.  what do you think?  would you read somethin like that?  it has to have sex in it tho...bc i love to write about sex! am i a perv?  Never mind well talk about that later lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought this was just a fleeting thought.  I mean, i havent written anything of the sort in like 2 years.  and i need to get back in the groove.  Idk yall...i really have to think about this....please let me know what yall think too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plz-n-thx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6414686898923497057?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6414686898923497057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6414686898923497057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6414686898923497057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6414686898923497057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-soooooo-fuckin-irritated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-434236813509685561</id><published>2008-07-24T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:16:25.716-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Thursday's Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hello, good afternoon and all that jazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homegirl Dayzd wrote a post about what good dick was, elaborating on my comment last night.  i read it and concur.  Now you men, &lt;a href="http://dayzdandconfused.blogspot.com/2008/07/spin-off.html"&gt;go read and heed&lt;/a&gt;, mmmk? thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over my fathers house for dinner last night.  In the course of about an hour and a half my little brother wrote on the wall...in permanant marker, mooned me by way of my little sisters ass and bit me.  My little sister sang a medley that went somethin like this: "BUSS IT BAYBAY! she dont got that good thang *inaudible mumble* hoodthing ask around they know us to the left to the left eeverything you own in a box to the left in the closet, yes jesus loves me!!"  [S E R I O U S F A C E] shes 6 and hes 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really upset that my sister was singin buss it baby and that she had me singin it in my head by the time i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom sho can cook!! we had pot roast, mac and cheez and cornbread...she apologized for the lack of veggies.  i heart pot roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone off the internet?  i would.  i think.  i dont know how that would get started tho being that i &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; to save people i dont know to my myspace and facebook accounts.  im proud that i can say that i know everyone on my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep meanin to post my pic up here.  at least in my profile.  someone could be fallin in love wit me (read: my writing) right now and stop bc they dont know what i look like.  Im not a mud duck.  i promise!! lmao. seriously tho...im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought about the fact that you might have seen one of ur blogger pals somewhere and never knew it?  thats strange to me.  i could have been sittin next to &lt;a href="http://babydaddydiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Super Dave&lt;/a&gt; on the metro yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was listenin to the radio this mornin and this woman was talkin bout she met a guy on the plane...had sex with him in the handicap stall in the airport...sent him flowers 3 weeks later and his fiance called her and wanted to know who she was.  She was askin the DJ if he thought the dude was cheating...yes, there are really broads that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...im done.  half day for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, farewell, aufweidersein, goodbye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-434236813509685561?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/434236813509685561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=434236813509685561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/434236813509685561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/434236813509685561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursdays-thoughts_24.html' title='Thursday&apos;s Thoughts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-251630163744385490</id><published>2008-07-23T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:23:35.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex at work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>What I Mean Is...</title><content type='html'>Damn I aint get no love on yesterdays post!! lmao.  Anyway...i reread my post from yesterday and the part where i said that i needed some mucho exellente sex action stuck out to me.  you see, last night while i was at work Island Breeze texted me and said that he thought that i needed something and that he had it for me.  That i would really Really REALLY enjoy it and all this other stuff.  That right there let me know he was talkin nasty and that also let me know that he is definitely readin everyday (even tho he said he changed his mind about readin my blog).  It kind of irritated me bc i clearly specified in my post that not just &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; would be gettin that treatment.  And as of right now...he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; just anyone.  so i am going to fully explain what i mean when i say i want some sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mean just sex.  i can get that from anywhere.  As a matter of fact i can name about 5 guys that i know want the goods.  They are not gettin them bc either they dont have the entire package or i havent gotten to know them.  You see, what im lookin for is someone who i can laugh and joke with but also be serious with.  Someone who i am totally comfortable to do anything with.  Someone who is openminded, doesnt always like to hear themselves talk about...themselves and someone who understands that while i like you and enjoy spendin time with you, i work 14 hour days, 70 hour weeks and sometimes i just dont fuckin feel like bein bothered.  is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not askin that they make $60,000 a year...or that they be ready to get married next tuesday.  Just a chill ass person that i can chill in the house wit, or go to the stripclub or whatever it is that we decide that we are into.  Its nice to be held at night and snuggled when its stormin...you want that shit to you just dont wanna say it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While im on this rant tho, please do not underestimate the power of some good dick.  That shit works wonders for a stressful day.  Yep.  I think ima start handin out applications or somethin lol cuz this is serious.  You'll like me...i promise!  If you do your part, I make bomb ass club sandwhiches after a good sex session...just thought i'd let you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-251630163744385490?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/251630163744385490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=251630163744385490' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/251630163744385490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/251630163744385490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-mean-is.html' title='What I Mean Is...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8582293841973762052</id><published>2008-07-22T12:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:10:47.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Good Afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell someone that they play too much? I mean not in a good way, but in a youre-always-tryna-be-funny-but-ur-really-gettin-on-my-nerves-way. I'm just irritated bc im tryna get to know him but we never can have a serious conversation bc hes always clownin...its getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy called me out of the blue last night tellin me how much he really cared about me and how he wanted us to spend more time together. It came as a surprise bc when he called i was wonderin when i was gonna meet someone that wanted the same things i did right now like a relationship and such. I already know him, but im thinkin that i put him in the "friend bin" for a reason. i think im just scared to see what hes really about. i need to man up hunh? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is my aunt talkin bad to me about my stepmom? yeah my aunt is fam...but Crystal (stepmom) is my little sister and brother mom. i think ima have to have her back on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused and bewildered (i always use those words in combination lol) that i have not seen ONE man in uniform that i think is sexy. &lt;em&gt;not one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i work in the pentagon. it is swarming with army, navy, marines, and air force guys...i just dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some sex. and not mediocre sex....i want passionate, mindblowing, sweat out ur perm/press, need a blunt afterward, almost &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; make me call you daddy...type sex. *sigh* but that cant happen with just anyone....and i dont have no one on my roster that i can get it crackin like that wit...hell, i dont even &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; a roster right now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna try and make it out to Kings Dominion this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my homegirl comes home from italy in 12 days!!! im sooo excited bc 18 days after that we goin to VEGAS!!! i dont know what im gonna do wit myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the married men i work wit always tryna talk to me? i seriously dont get it. I DONT DO MARRIED MENZ!! &lt;em&gt;gosh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my cable off bc im never home. im always at work. but now im miserable. I cant watch real world...greys anatomy is bout to come back on...i think i need to at least get basic. and i need to get my innernets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boss is back but hell be gone to PA tomorrow. he had me crackin up about the gay men in puerto rico...and about how him and his wife was in some sex shop...clearly yall be gettin freaky on vacation...oww! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...thats it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8582293841973762052?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8582293841973762052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8582293841973762052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8582293841973762052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8582293841973762052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesdays-thoughts.html' title='Tuesdays Thoughts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6384589331711893909</id><published>2008-07-21T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:35:09.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>Woooow! That went by soo fast. I feel like i just wrote one of these yesterday! Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I get off at my part time job and MGD asks me if i wanna go to the bar. Now usually, I just wanna go home and relax after workin a 70 hour week but i had off the next day so why not? I get to his house, pick him up and we head to Bostons. (Oh bostons how i love thee! I sooo heart your southwest ravioli...mmmmmm) Once we get there, I request my usually server Michelle and I order my SW ravioli and a malibu and coke. MGD orders a heineken. We talk for a while and out of no where MGD asks if i wanna do a shot of Patron. Now, I dont drink like that...i usually stick to my amaretto sours and malibu and cokes...they taste good and dont get me drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side-note:* Ive only been drunk once. Seriously! It was New Years that just passed....i acted a damned fool up in adams morgan...you hear me?! *taps the computer screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was a little nervous about it but i let him order them. We got the shots, and we get ready to do them...i punk out. MGD does his and he is makin the face of nastiness. He takes a sip of his beer and then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS BITCH THROWS UP....IN THE RESTAURANT...AT THE TABLE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran to the bathroom to finish i guess, but the damage had been done. I was disgusted, embarrassed and mad as hell! The manager comes and cleans it up but he is rollin his eyes so hard at me that i thought they were gonna get stuck. People were lookin...omg it was horrible. Then MGD comes back to the table talkin bout," They kickin us out." Michelle was nice about it tho...she offered him some water and kept askin if he was ok. i asked her for the bill and when she brought this fool gon ask me if i wanna go half...WTF?! I payed half and hauled ass outta there...i pulled up at his house and before he could get his feet all the way out the door i was pullin off. Ol cant hold my liquor lookin boy! Best believe his ass gave me that 30 dollars back tho. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Nothin to report. I laid in bed all day. [B I G C H E E S E!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Woke up and made plans to see the Dark Knight wit Island Breeze, who by the way knows alll about my blog thanks to facebook lol. *Everybody wave hi to island breeze!* I could tell that he liked being written about...he was lookin for all the posts that had stuff to do wit him...sorry babe, not that many lmao! We met up in his neck of the woods and after i spent all that time shavin and gettin all sexified do you know this fool aint say NATHAN about how good i looked?! NOTHIN! i got in his car (i loooove his car its sooo pretty) and he didnt say anything. we got to the movies and he didnt say anything. we left the movies and he didnt say anything. i was a little pissed about that. but we talked about it later and i set him straight!! lol. Next time ima show up in some sweatpants and a white tee and see what the hell he thinks about that! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Knight was sooooo good! It made 150 million at the box office opening weekend!! Definitely worth it and Heath Ledger played the HELL outta Joker!! He was creepy but for some reason i liked him. I wish he was still alive to do a part 2...cuz that joint would be off the chain! and Christian Bale...oh honey help me cuz that man did Batmans outfit justice!! That is a fine ass white man. fine ass white man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yall may see another post from me today...the boss is still out =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6384589331711893909?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6384589331711893909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6384589331711893909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6384589331711893909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6384589331711893909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-wrap-up_21.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4708735570742110857</id><published>2008-07-18T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:52:56.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Crrrrazy and Deraaaaanged...again.</title><content type='html'>Did yall miss me yesterday?  You aint gotta lie to kick it, Craig!  I know you did.  Well im sorry i had to leave yall hangin but i told you the bos was in PR so I had to cut up a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Im at work last night talkin on the phone to my cousin and guess whi walks in my damned store...&lt;a href="http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/crraazzzyderaaaaanged.html"&gt;Crazy/Deranged&lt;/a&gt;. Fuck me if i cant get away from him!! Anway, he starts talkin bout how him and his roommate were in NW, DC and his roommate was disrespectfully shoutin at girls...i dont know blah blah blah and then i hear him say that they got pulled over in Montgomery Co. over the weekend and the cops found weed on them and they planted Cocaine in the car...cocaine. &lt;em&gt;cocaine?! &lt;/em&gt;COCAINE! are you fuckin kiddin me?!  like seriously...not only are you crazy but ur a COKEHEAD?! *holding my head* Lord Jesus i cant deal with this, please take the wheel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm standin behind the register, mouth probably WIDE open, and im thinkin "Holy tartar sauce! I &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to blog about this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side-note:* when crazy stuff happens to you do you automatically think to blog about it?  just wonderin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah so im just listen to him and i think he really believes his story about the cops plantin that on them...but im not inclined to think that story is true.  if he was normal then yes, maybe i would but him bein a cokehead would explain his erratic behavior!  I mean he be talkin fast and sweatin (not hard,k but his forhead always be shiny) and he's angry and crazy!  At first i thought it was ABMS (angry black man syndrome) but now this all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was finished goin into detail about his charge or whatever he says, "Aight well i'll stop by to see you tomorrow."  and im thinkin no!  dont do that!  but thats not the kind of thing you can say without makin a crackhead mad...and who knows what hell do then? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4708735570742110857?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4708735570742110857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4708735570742110857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4708735570742110857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4708735570742110857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/crrrrazy-and-deraaaaangedagain.html' title='Crrrrazy and Deraaaaanged...again.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1034669997000963746</id><published>2008-07-16T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:56:05.898-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Poem for the Queens...and Princesses</title><content type='html'>Hold up before i post this can i just say that right about now my ass is on fire.  like, seriously.  O...M...G.  I ate Popeye's popcorn shrimp (mmmm they are so good!)  and it came out the same way it went down....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SPICY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....&lt;br /&gt;a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets  her cry...&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,   and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;a feeling of control over her destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to fall in love without losing herself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br /&gt;whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1034669997000963746?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1034669997000963746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1034669997000963746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1034669997000963746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1034669997000963746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-for-queensand-princesses.html' title='A Poem for the Queens...and Princesses'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5179361492121684416</id><published>2008-07-15T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:11:05.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><title type='text'>I Guess Thats Just How You Was Raised...</title><content type='html'>lil boy: Aight Shawty, Ima holla at chu (starts walkin outta my store)&lt;br /&gt;me:  Did that lil nigga just call me 'shawty'?!  Boy Ima grown assed woman!&lt;br /&gt;lil boy: And you still wouldnt know what to do with this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was that?!?! Did i get sonned by an eighteen year old high schooler who was askin for money for new  football uniforms?! He has no idea how old I am and thats the way he decides to approach me?  By the way he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; tryna holla cuz that aint the first time he been in my store talkin all fresh.  I was honestly in shock!  I know that i am only 22 but honey im a grown 22.  I live alone, drive my own car, pay my own bills and work TWO jobs.  What the hell would make you think that i would go for that wack ass game?!  Do i look like a low budget PG broad to you?  Hell no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my boss about it and he talkin bout some "whats the problem?!"  The problem is that i dont want no damned tenderoni!  What the hell we gon do wit his lil McDonalds paycheck (if he even works)?  He gon say well, you could show him a few things...turn him into a man.  Honey, i'd do stuff to that lil boy he aint even seen in his fathers pornos...okaaay?!  He barely got a mustache on his upper lip and he tombout:  You wouldnt know what to do wit this.  I'll put you over my knee and beat that fresh ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone that can hold a conversation.  not some just outta puberty child.  If you asked him what cunnilingus and fellatio were he'd prolly scrath his barely there beard and tell you he thought they learned about them in history or somethin dumb like that.  Boy bang! Get the hell on somewheres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats just how he was raised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5179361492121684416?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5179361492121684416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5179361492121684416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5179361492121684416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5179361492121684416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-thats-just-how-you-was-raised.html' title='I Guess Thats Just How You Was Raised...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5591832957750824516</id><published>2008-07-15T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:19:44.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>OH HAPPY DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>*singin like ol' dude on Sister Act...yes, I am hitting the high note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Yes, Yesssssss!  My Boss is going to Puerto Rico tomorrow!!!  Holy tartar sauce, yall have NO idea how tired I am...so tomorrow i am sleeping in, honey!  I was so tired this morning that my alarm went off at 545 am and i hit the 10 minute snooze until 7 am.  I just couldnt get myself together...not to mention  the power is out in my bedroom and bathroom...ONLY in my bedroom and bathroom tho, as in, the lights and power in the rest of my apartment is fine.  WTH?! I had such a hard time wrappin my hair in the dark last night that i almost (almost) cut it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway...my bossll be gone til monday!! then hes back on Tuesday, and then hell be in Pennsylvania til the end of hot damn month!!!! If i can get some decent sleep in between now and wed-nes-day (say it just like i wrote it) then ill be hittin the club with Candy and Cass for part deux of her &lt;a href="http://icandy21.blogspot.com/2008/07/bornday-extravaganza.html"&gt;Bornday Extravaganza&lt;/a&gt;!!  If not then ill be catchin Zzzzz's that night.  Ill be sure to let you guys know tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was i on the metro this mornin and i seen this thug lookin ass nigga bobbin his head to his ipod.  I automatically assume he listenin to slim thug or some shit.  I get closer bc the metro was PACKED and this fool is listenin to Mariah Carey's Always Be My Baby...somethin aint right bout that...im just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought i'd leave yall wit that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5591832957750824516?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5591832957750824516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5591832957750824516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5591832957750824516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5591832957750824516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH HAPPY DAY!!!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6661455482210995273</id><published>2008-07-14T09:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:25:08.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strip club'/><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>Ok so here goes (I'll try to make it quick since im sleepy and I hve shit to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I had to work at my PT job but after  I got off I went home, showered and headed to the Penthouse.  Yes, I was in the strip club again.  lol...no I'm not a regular, It was Candy Dandy's Bday!! As soon as I got there, I got apprehended by some fugly dude in an AT&amp;amp;T cardigan.  he was missing teeth...and his breath stank.  I spotted Candy in her bday tiara and i went over and gave her a hug and my bday present to her: $5. What?!?! Man, five dollarsll get you a gallon of gas and since she dont drive that extra monies in her pocket!! lol...plus ise ballin on a strict budget.  ANyway i sit down and wait for her girlfriend to get there.  15 minutes after sittin down, these two guys start talkin to me.  One was too busted and the other one was just a tad ugly.  but the extremely busted ones be the boldest so he asks me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted: You work here?&lt;br /&gt;me: ummm...no. &lt;br /&gt;busted: what you doin here?&lt;br /&gt;me: that girl right there is my homegirl and its her bday...you should give her some monies.&lt;br /&gt;busted: (gets up and tips candy and comes back) so what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i explain what i do and then he proceeds to ask me what my goals are.  What?!  Are you really gonna try and wife me while you have a half nekkid woman poppin her coochie To "Drop and Gimme Fifty"  in your face?! no.  you are not.  So i conveniently turn the conversation to sports.  We have a 45 minute comversation about how the Cowboys are better than the redskins.  He asks me if i want another drink, being that my Malibu and Coke was 8.75, you know i went ahead and let him get me another joint.  I guess he thought that that got him in there like swimwear cuz then he's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted: you married?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;busted: you talkin to somebody?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;*silence...i guess i wasnt givin him the go ahead to ask for my number*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blank stare for like 30 seconds lol*&lt;br /&gt;Him: *stuttering* ummm...so would you be trying to get to know someone?&lt;br /&gt;me: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Candy walked over and said her Girfriend was there.  I politely grabbed my purse, thanked him for the drink and was on my merry way.  Once i got over to Cass (candys gf) the fuckery began.  In the course of like 2 hours I saw a bored stripped half ass grindin her cooch on some dude for a dollar, Candy cursed someone out for touchin her ass (tooooo funny!) and another stripper threw a dollar at a dude cuz he was dancin so hard he looked like the rent was due yesterday...now THAT had me dyin laughin!! On the way out Candy cursed out on of the bouncers...she was WASTED honey, okaaay?!  I headed home at about 3 am cuz i was tired and I had to open my store at 10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Tartar sauce...was the mall full of hot messes or what?! ANTM had auditions at Pentagon City and lord jesus...smh.  Nothin eventful really happened but right before i was about to walk out some extra ghetto south east DC broad and her clan come strollin up in our store raisin hell about some damn return.  IDK honey bc i didnt even finish the transaction.  I politely clocked out and let my store manager handle that cuz we do have box cutters and i will slice a bitch.   I couldnt deal with it.  I left and on the way out some old ass Spanish man is askin me what song I am listenin to ( i was blastin Three 6 Mafia's This Bitch That Hoe...why is that his favorite song?!)  so i tell him and he keeps on talkin bout how he always hears it on the radio or somethin (no. you dont old man) and then next thing i know some homeless man is right next to my window tellin me that the spanish dude is crazy and not to listen to him....by the way could i spare any change?  Man i laughed so hard that when the light turned green I almost ran over his lil dirty toes!!  Anyway, I went and got my hair done and waited for Cass to call about the plans for the club that night...but somehow we missed each others calls and I ended up at Bostons again with Brandiiwine where we had some drinks and sexually harrassed our barely legal server.  That was fun.  We went to her house and fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy day.  The only remotely interesting thing that happened was some gangbangin lookin vietnamese nail technician grabbed my hand and told me I needed a fill.  He needed a manicure bc after he let my hand go i felt like he peeled a layer of my skin off.  That waws about it.  Oh yeah...and somethin caught on fire behind my building.  Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was yalls weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6661455482210995273?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6661455482210995273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6661455482210995273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6661455482210995273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6661455482210995273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-Up'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5697722891382277153</id><published>2008-07-11T09:32:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:17:35.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbassedness'/><title type='text'>iPhone Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHdlmXojobI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T3EAbHXRa6I/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221754002812936626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHdlmXojobI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T3EAbHXRa6I/s320/iphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a serious post for yall...really i did. But then somethin happened while i was on my way to work that made me forget all about what i was gonna write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i park my car at Pentagon City and as i am coming down the escalator i see a line wrapped around the ENTIRE length of the 2nd level of the mall. &lt;a href="http://www.hamptoninnalexandria.com/apg_1148567366.php"&gt;(just to give you an idea of how big the mall is...)&lt;/a&gt; so im like what in sam hell is goin on here?! I know that line wasnt for no damn Jordans cuz i aint NEVER seen a line like that for shoes. So i turn my head in the direction of where the line was headed and i see the SONY store and then it clicks! The new iPhone came out today!! *wait for it...*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;who gives a fuck?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently &lt;a href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0cio3QQdKQ8TJ/610x.jpg"&gt;these people&lt;/a&gt; do. Now I'm not a technology groupie by any means. To be honest with you as long as my phone takes and picture and i can text, i really could care less. But i would think that if somethin had half the popluation goin ape shit, then majority of people should understnad why. The 2 men that i know that have the iPhone dont even use everything on it. Island breeze cant even send me a picture from his joint cuz its always actin up. The other guy has showed me all kinds of gadgets that it features but if your gainfully employed, have a girlfriend, or beat off on the regular, when would you have time to use all of them?! Granted, the new model isnt 500 dollars like the last one (it retails for $299 for the 16 gigabyte version) but regardless, in 6 months somethin better will be out and they'll be skippin work to stand in line for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really just dont understand. Is it for braggin purposes? Does it make you feel like a better person? I hope so. Just remember tho that if you spend $300 on a new iPhone, please have the money to pay the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BRANDON ANDERSON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Confused! Bewildered! Lethargic!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5697722891382277153?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5697722891382277153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5697722891382277153' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5697722891382277153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5697722891382277153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/iphone-insanity.html' title='iPhone Insanity'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHdlmXojobI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T3EAbHXRa6I/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-7386480411801744089</id><published>2008-07-10T10:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:42:35.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Cheap Date or Creative Romantic?</title><content type='html'>Hello Good People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No side notes about random songs at the begininning of this post (i couldnt think of one.)  I kinda sorta maybe stole this post from the &lt;a href="http://verysmartbrothas.com/"&gt;Very Smart Brothas&lt;/a&gt; (by the way i loooooves their site.  Its a very helpful guide to the male mind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, I am am very flexible when it comes to dating.  We can go to a park and chill (as long as it isnt a crackhead ridden drug infested park), or we can go out to eat.  I really am not the kinda chick to want the guy to spend alot of money...bc when it comes time for me to pay he can best believe I aint takin his ass &lt;a href="http://ruthschris.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those dates they go on on the dating shows.  They do fun stuff like salsa lessons, and make pottery ( i always wanted to do that like on Ghost lol) those seem inexpensive and creative.  Just bc a man spends 120 dollars on a date doesnt mean anything.  Unless he pays with cash, then he's prolly just runnin up his already ski high credit card bill.  And if he doesnt pay it on time then his credit will be bad and then when its time for yall to buy your house you wont be able to (you like how you went from the first date to buyin a house right?) and if he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; pay in cash then he might be a drug dealer cuz...who carries cash like that nowadays?! i kid i kid.  Anyway...all of this is to ask you fine ladies what you consider a cheap date or if it really even matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a half day today so im chillin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-7386480411801744089?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7386480411801744089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=7386480411801744089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7386480411801744089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/7386480411801744089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheap-date-or-creative-romantic.html' title='Cheap Date or Creative Romantic?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-4429861049506739812</id><published>2008-07-09T15:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:24:13.233-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red carpet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebs'/><title type='text'>Is something off here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHUaXWG78ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RzaRoKY7HxM/s1600-h/gab5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221108331379945874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHUaXWG78ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RzaRoKY7HxM/s400/gab5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://concreteloop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/gab5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay.  Now I feel the need to add a disclaimer.  There is no hate here.  Im just tryna figure things out.  Now correct me if I am wrong but usually Gabby looks flawless on the Red Carpet.  I love her dress, i havent really decided yet on that necklace.  But her face just seems....*whats the word im lookin for here*...off.  I mean look, shes has on this cakey ass foundation.  Since when has Gabby needed foundation?! Her skin is always radiant.  and then those eyelashes are the hideousness.  they look like a black widow died on her eyelids (you know how spiders legs bunch up when they die).  I think my problem with this is that she looks too made up.  Gabz a natural beauty and always has been.  Oh! and who did her hair?! With her money she shouldnt look like she bought her weave from Miss Mai Ling from the PennMar Station Beauty Supply.  Its all shiny and stringy.  My weave dont even look like that! (She betta holla at that Outre' in the yellow and purple pack!)  Im just disappointed.  There was no need to jack yourself up for the premier of "MEET DAVE" when Eddie Murphy (the star) didnt even bother to show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say though, that the boobies are lookin cute and perky!  I like my 36D's and they are perky but its still inappropriate for me to go braless.  34B's might be cute...but anything higher than that is raunchy, IMO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do yall think bout her look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see more pics from the event @ &lt;a href="http://concreteloop.com/"&gt;http://concreteloop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://concreteloop.com/2008/07/random-pics-gabrielle-union-at-meet-dave-premiere/gabrielle-union-2/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Gabrielle Union" href="http://concreteloop.com/2008/07/random-pics-gabrielle-union-at-meet-dave-premiere/gabrielle-union-2/" rel="attachment wp-att-29434"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-4429861049506739812?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4429861049506739812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=4429861049506739812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4429861049506739812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/4429861049506739812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/gabrielle-union.html' title='Is something off here?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SHUaXWG78ZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RzaRoKY7HxM/s72-c/gab5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2524255708329560356</id><published>2008-07-09T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:38:36.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broke niggaz'/><title type='text'>Foreman Mills?! Bitch Please.</title><content type='html'>Hola!  What it do shawties?  wait before i get started I have to ask yall a question.  Is it just me or is R. Kelly tryna be slick in his remix to Raheems Davaughns song "customer"?  Yall know the part where he be like, "shawty if ya thirsty, i got some real good lemonade..." Bitch i know you like to piss on little gurls...are you talkin bout pissin on somebody? you nasty lil bastard.  Robert i know you over there talkin bout pissin on somebody.  you just nasty.  and dont think i didnt hear you on the make it rain remix too...PERV! I'd punch him in the balls if i ever got the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt anything recent but i was talkin to a coworker of mine last night about MGD.  Lemme explain him first.  He's 24, has only a part time job, no license, no car, and obviously he still lives at home.  He is madly in love with me, a 22 year old, full AND part time job having, car owning, own apartment with no roommate, woman.  Yes, he treats me better than any other man ever has and hes sooooo sweet. but sweet love dont pay the bills honey.  and why would i want a man that doesnt work as hard as me?! dont even waste your time answerin that bc i dont.  Let me get back to what i was postin about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, MGD emails me to tell me that he loves me.  this is the first time that he had said it.  i was shocked.  in the same email he tells me that he wants to take me shopping at...you guessed it.  Foreman Mills.  WTF?!?! Do i look like a FM type chick to you?!  For the 2 chicks that know me personally on my blog, they will tell you the answer is no.  now dont get it twisted.  ill rock a target t-shirt in a heartbeat. one of my cutest belts came from walmart.  but Forman Mills is for people wit 8 kids.  If you live in the DC area then you know what im talkin bout.  Honestly, i didnt even know that FM carried adult clothes!!!  i'm sorry but i think that THAT email was when any &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teeny weeny tiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bit of hope that i had about us bein anything more than friends with occasional benefits was crushed.  (that and that the time that i was layin in his bed and woke up  at 5 oclock in the morning bc of the yellow flashin lights of the repo man were beamin through the window like natrual light...they were repossesing the rental bc the car they had before had already been repossesed)  I mean, thats not the kind of life i want to live!! My mom raised me on Macys!! Im a Macys gurl and if i never bc a Nordstrom/Neiman Marcus chick at least ill die with Apple Bottom Jeans and clearance Steve Madden boots (dont fake like yall dont know bout the Macys shoe sale!) and not the Foreman Mills knockoff.  What do yall think?  To be honest, I could giuve a shit! Im screamin MACYS til i die!! * Throws the "west side" sign upside down and crip walks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2524255708329560356?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2524255708329560356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2524255708329560356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2524255708329560356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2524255708329560356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/foreman-mills-bitch-please.html' title='Foreman Mills?! Bitch Please.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-1299451667158547934</id><published>2008-07-08T09:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:09:03.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dick deprivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Me...complaining.</title><content type='html'>*side note* Is it me? Or does The Dream sound like a sick baby lamb in his song "i love ur girl"? Listen to it next time its on. The part where its like "she drop it down to flo, im like shawty you should go and she like aaaaaaaah...aaaah...aahhh!" Sick baby lamb i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a serious post for you guys today but i thought against it. you see, my blog is linked to my facebook account. That means that everyone that I went to middle and high school with would know alllllll of my business. That used to didnt bother me...but now it does. why? i havent the slightest. I know i know...youre sayin...pink, honey....why dont you just unlink it? And i would if a.) i remembered how and b.) i actually remembered to do it. So since i havent...you guys will just have to do with what i dont mind facebook knowing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I HAVENT HAD SEX IN A LOOOOONG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont &lt;/em&gt;look at me like that. In my last post i said we did bad things...i didnt say I got some sex. Honestly, I dont even really know if im feinin anymore. I think that i just like to shout it out every once in awhile. I mean, i could get some sex if i reeeeeeally wanted it. so that means that i must not want it that bad right? i guess. I think that its really more of an intimacy thing. You know, someone to hold hands with...someone to be affectionate with. Stuff like that. I mean...me and Island Breeze are kinda like that but not really. I enjoy the time i spend with him but it takes alot for me to just be all kissy kissy with someone. I guess im sayin I want a boyfriend. But not just any old boyfriend...i want THE boyfriend. The one I can do &lt;em&gt;everything &lt;/em&gt;with. and i do mean EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*side note:* My friend just told me that he has an advance copy of his book THE MISEDUCATION OF THE FEMALE...and im tooooooooo excited!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway where was i? Oh yeah i want a boyfriend...blah blah blah. Im not even in the mood to write about that anymore. I think i just need to chill out. Im gettin my monies together for my trip to vegas and then in November hopefully ill be somewhere outta the country sippin on alchoholic beverages wit my homegirl Sunshine!! Man, thats my ace for real...i miss her =(...she keeps me semi sane...so that means that ive basically been crazy since the end of May. I have *hold on...im countin my calendar...* 25 days til she comes home!!!! Holy Tatar Sauce people! And she brought me somethin extra fab from ITALIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway im just rambling...its tuesday...im bored...and im going to bloghop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-1299451667158547934?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1299451667158547934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=1299451667158547934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1299451667158547934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/1299451667158547934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/mecomplaining.html' title='Me...complaining.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2966215196672162159</id><published>2008-07-07T11:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:53:46.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend wrap-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strip club'/><title type='text'>Loooong weekend wrap-up</title><content type='html'>I say good monday mornin to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty good weekend!  I was off and i just relaxed and did my version of partyin...bc im not really a partier per se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get my effin tire fixed.  well i had to spend 194 dollars to get new tires!! Double fuck shit on that.  I also need a front end alignment, but kisha (my car) will be quite alright with out one ya dig?!  Anyway, Me and Brandywiine watched the fireworks (which we didnt think were gonna happen bc of the rain)  And then i had a movie date (this is where the good part starts).  I didnt make it to island breezes house in time for the movie so we were riding around trying to decide what we were gonna do at midnight on a friday.  So me being the brilliant and adventurous chick that i am, suggest that we hit the Penthouse.  I think that he didnt think that i was serious cuz he starts hemmin and hawin about wether we should go and im like, "well are you scared?!"  and of course in the way to defend his manhood hes all like" hell na i aint scared!"  So we go.  And im excited bc my homegirl Innocence was dancin that night and i havent seen her in a while.  We get our drinks and sit down and I point out Innocence to him and hes like oh shes sexy or whatever...to which i laugh on the inside cuz she dont want him, honey!  She licks.  she doesnt like the stick....if you get my drift (aww shucks that rhymed!!)  But anyway were watchin the other girls and some can dance, some cant.  Most of the girls are pretty.  He decides he wants to pick a top three and so i participate bc it was a fun lil game to play.  when Innocence gets a break she comes and sits down next to us and the men are lookin like why she sittin next to them?! Im thinkin to myself...HELLO!?!? Strippers have regulars lives outside the club and ive known this gurl since middle school!  We chopped it up for a minute and then she goes to dance on the next stage.  She calls me over there and drops it likes it hot and next thing i know i see that she has that extra sensitive piece of skin down there pierced (not the clit...the taint or somethin like that)  And then i look at her and shes beamin like she just handin me a boucin bundle of joy!! that chick is crazy...lol!  After that we said our goodbyes, and me and island breeze dipped out.  We were greeted at my car by some crack head shouting, "G-g-g-g-g-G Unit!"  [SERIOUS FACE] i am not jokin.  We got to his house and did bad stuff and thats all i have to say about that lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe that i left my dang blasted wallet over his house?! So i had to get up at like 10 am (i didnt get in the house til like 430) and drive from fort washington alll the way back to hyattsville. [BLOWN.FACE] I came back home and went to sleep.  i slept until about 5 pm.  i was THAT tired.  I got up and went to my dads house.  Some random lady that i guess is my dads first cousin was there.  i dont think i like her.  Neither does my stepmom.  i think its one of those long lost cousin who comes back to the family and automatically needs money.  case and point:  shes already asked for 600 dollars...shes only been there 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i left there, i was headed to waldorf to pick up miss brandywiine to go get tipsy at the local bar.  AS of thursday the plan was for her me and my cousin to get all sexified get some drinks and go see Innocence...but my cousin flaked out and since i had just went on Friday, there was no need to go again.  I think i may go on Saturday tho...but not with Island Breeze.  ill let some fat guy buy my drinks and give me money to tip the girls...lol.  anyway...i pull up at this light and thses guys are like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them: where you goin?&lt;br /&gt;me: wheere you goin?!&lt;br /&gt;them: we goin to a cookout!&lt;br /&gt;me: well im goin to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;them: na! come to the cookout wit us...we got liquor there!&lt;br /&gt;me: hell no! ion know yall!&lt;br /&gt;them: gurl! act your age and not your bra size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i pull off cuz the light is red.  ummm just to let you all know...i wear a 36 D. exactly.  lol.  I pull up and Brandiiwines and of course this slut is not ready...so i wait for her.  We finally leave and get to Bostons.  I order a Mojito and an appetizer...she orders a Pineapple Upside Down and we start our usual inappropriate conversation which consists of Boys, sex, how we hate our jobs and sex and freaky talk and text. (seriously, thats usually what we talk about lmao!)  I finish my Mojito and we both order another.  but this time they were nasty.  so we call the manager over and do you know what this twat says?!  He cannot take it off of our check!  I was LIVID!  Im gonna call about that.  Dave W. was the managers name.  i should get him fired.  Anyway...i drop Brandiiwine off and then i head over to MGD (i gotta get a new name for him bc he is NOT Mr. Good Dick anymore) house where i proceed to fall asleep on him bc he thought he was gettin some sex...HA! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to my house around 830 am and lay around the house for the remainder of the day. I even went to the grocery store in pajama pants.  Thats about it.  lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted...but happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2966215196672162159?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2966215196672162159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2966215196672162159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2966215196672162159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2966215196672162159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/loooong-weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Loooong weekend wrap-up'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6994074699956236599</id><published>2008-07-03T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:39:16.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Thursdays Thoughts</title><content type='html'>First off...how boosted am I that its Thursday!??! No work tomorrow &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;im leavin at 130!! Too Boosted I tell you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lied bout sunshine and obviously i cant count...i have 30 more days...not 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it piss me of fthat my boss didnt say anything about it being his birthday?!  He never does.  Last year he forgot!  How the hell do you forget the day you were born?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homegirl OnStar just recently started bloggin and im soo glad!!  She also has a stalker...thats scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im angry that more people dont comment on my blogs.  i know ur reading this! bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great uncle is having a cookout and i dont wanna go.  i dont like him and his wife.  but ill be hungry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it always threatens to rain on 4th of July.  That makes me sad bc i love fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no sexy men who work in the pentagon.  NONE.  like i havent seen one since summer started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did my mom suggest that i marry someone in the military so that i could get free benefits.  i think she was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to be married soon...but not for convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell yall i &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;got kicked outta church camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have work to do...but im not sure itll get done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sex.  I think im gonna get some this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you tell someone that you were in love with them?  When is too soon for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go to vegas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12kyle says that Fantasia is ghetto and country...true.  but i like her! shes real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dads family is comin in from outta town.  did i offer for anyone to stay at my apartment? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM!!! Where have you been all my life?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...im done.  i &lt;em&gt;guess&lt;/em&gt; i should work now.  i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6994074699956236599?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6994074699956236599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6994074699956236599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6994074699956236599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6994074699956236599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursdays-thoughts.html' title='Thursdays Thoughts'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-808072765802075402</id><published>2008-07-02T10:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:22:33.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>You Gotta Be Kidding Me...</title><content type='html'>Why did i see a man crossin the street and it looked like he had a bandana on...upon closer inspection i noticed that it was perm stuff or a thick azz conditioner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did this man yawn right in my face and his breath smelled like coins and hot coffee?  It was 815 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the arrogant dick head who works in my office have a stain right in his azz crack?  im not gonna tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did my boss just say he loves his women like he likes his coffee: black.  He has a korean wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did my friend just tell me that she went on a day trip to AC with a guy and he was musty?  I told her when she FIRST told me bout him that he looked like he stunk lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry...i had to post about these randomocities today and i know i started every sentence wit "why did" but when i saw or heard this stuff i thought "you gotta be kidding me" so thats what i named the post...i should have a real post shortly...if i can think of one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple more hours til my friday! and 50 days til sunshine is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-808072765802075402?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/808072765802075402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=808072765802075402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/808072765802075402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/808072765802075402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-be-kidding-me.html' title='You Gotta Be Kidding Me...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8062072014032631556</id><published>2008-07-01T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:10:42.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>TAGGED!! well not really...lol</title><content type='html'>I wasnt tagged with this but i saw it on another blog and decided to do it...so =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"List seven songs that you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring summer. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I kissed a Girl by Katy Perry- i love this song...its so fun and energetic and its somethin ill prolly never do...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Heaven Sent by Keyshia Cole- THE love song for me right now!! i hated it for like 1 week but now im back to loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I Put On For My City by Jeezy feat. Kanye- This my thug song...lol.  makes me feel like a thug...and i love Jeezys ad libs....HA HA! Thaas riiight! lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Milli by Weezy- Another thug joint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get Silly by VIC- this song gets me hype and i dont know why cuz i dont really like the soulja boy/dance songs really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hi Hata by ??- i dont know who sings things but i kinda dig it.  i dont really have haters tho...and if i do...ive never thought enough about them to acknowledge them lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Take a Bow by Rihanna- Neyo wrote this and Rihanna sang it for me to my recent ex lol...it tells the whooooole story.  i love it and sing it at THE top of my lungs whenver its on the radio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8062072014032631556?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8062072014032631556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8062072014032631556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8062072014032631556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8062072014032631556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-well-not-reallylol.html' title='TAGGED!! well not really...lol'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2262783946221367265</id><published>2008-07-01T09:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:38:08.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>You Can Take Everything Else...But I'm Keeping This!!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday!! For me this means I have 2 more days til my Friday (which is really Thursday) and I dont have to work ALLLLLL freakin weekend!!!! Can you tell I'm excited?  And Sunshine comes home in like 52 days!!!  We is gon P-A-R-T-Y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!...update on my conversation with Mr. Crazy/Deranged.  It went ok.  I dont think he was really receptive to what I was sayin...or maybe he just didnt understand that i was tellin him that i DID NOT want to talk to him anymore.  I dont know...I just told him that he had a lot of issues to deal with before he should be tryna get with anyone else...namely me.  He just agreed with what i was saying the whole time.  so well see if i continue to get calls from him or not.  i hope not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what i was supposed to be blogging about...I started thinkin aobut it when i was drivin in to work today.  I saw a guy with a COWB.OYS decal on his back window.  I dont know what made me think about it today when i see them all the time but whatever....wait...im sure ur like "what the hell is she talkin bout, why does this even matter?!"  But you see, when me and my ex boyfriend first got together i didnt know anything about football.  i decided i wanted to learn and he was the one who tought me.  I learned about football with the Cowboys...my first jersey is a cowboys jersey and we even went to a Cowboys game in Dallas!  I'm a cowboys fan for life!  Its just that way.  When we broke up for good, i was all about gettin rid of everything that reminded me of him.  Ringtones...CD's that belonged to him, his boxers, Tshirts, and any other thing that he might have left around my apartment.  I even deleted his phone number so that when he called his name wouldnt pop up.  he would be nameless and in a sense...unimportant.  So when i so the decal today i was like, "yeah, i probably should get another team."  But then not even 2 seconds later i was angry!! Like, mad. lol.  and I was thinkin "Eff that!  I'm not gonna stop likin them bc of him!!"  I have never been so proud to be a cowboys fan in my life!! lol...it kinda felt like a divorce like you can have the house, but im takin my kids you bastard!! lmao.  But seriously...im keepin that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the first game of the season!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2262783946221367265?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2262783946221367265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2262783946221367265' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2262783946221367265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2262783946221367265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-can-take-everything-elsebut-im.html' title='You Can Take Everything Else...But I&apos;m Keeping This!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3197526243745236892</id><published>2008-06-30T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:33:23.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Crraazzzy....Deraaaaanged</title><content type='html'>Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this title from a Martin Lawrence stand up of the same title.  Last Sunday i happen to run into a guy that i went to school with.  I hadnt seen him since the last day of sixth grade, so we exchanged numbers promised to call and all that.  I was really excited that i rhad seen him, i thought maybe we could date and stuff.  you know, nothin serious (im still really feelin island breeze).  So he came by Thursday night and as soon as he opened his damned mouth i was ready for him to leave.  He was just so negative.  Everyone had wronged him, his father beat him.  his mother was poor...yadda ya...blah blah.  I just couldnt believe it.  He even told me how he used to fight when he was younger and how he had almost killed someone (or somethin like that...do i believe that shit...hell no.)  OMG...he even said he was like a black Robin Hood..stealin from white people to give to the black people in the hood [blank.stare].  no bullshit...he said that.  WTF is wrong with you?!?!? That is what i was shouting in my head.  Then he had the nerve to ask if i was feelin him.  WHAT?!?! No.  All i feel is drained.  from you and your drama and baggage.  I dont have that and i dont feel the need to bring that into my blessed life.  I guess underneath that anger he is a sweet guy.  He said that he was lonely. awwwww. but i can see why.  no one in their sane mind would deal with that.  So i avoided him all weekend and yesterday i finally called him (i would avoid him altogether but my pt job is in the same mall as his job and he knows where i work) and heeres how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: hey, i thought you didnt wanna talk to me no more...you werent returnin my calls or nothin.&lt;br /&gt;me: i told you that it was gonna be a busy weekend with Carnival and all.&lt;br /&gt;him:  yea well i aint know it was gonna be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; busy.&lt;br /&gt;me: *rollin my eyes* well it was.&lt;br /&gt;him: well i really wished that i could have spent sometime there with you...you know a couple hours something.&lt;br /&gt;me: i told you on thursday that you couldnt go.  its a girl thing...you dont bring sand to the beach.  you just dont.&lt;br /&gt;him: i understand.&lt;br /&gt;me: *breathing hard....rolling my eyes* ok.&lt;br /&gt;him: *inaudible mumble* man people just doin me wrong man...broken promises...*i think i stopped listen at this point bc i dont really remember what he said*&lt;br /&gt;me: right.&lt;br /&gt;him: hold on...&lt;br /&gt;he goes into some liquor store or gas station and brings a drink to the register...&lt;br /&gt;cashier: 3.27 please.&lt;br /&gt;him: THREE DOLLARS AND TWENTY SEVEN CENTS?! oh i aint know it was that much...na na ill put that joint back...just ring me up for this. *i have no idea what "this" is...im guess an ice tea or somethin*&lt;br /&gt;cashier: *snatches drink i think* other drink is 2.07&lt;br /&gt;him: *kirkin out* AWW HELL NAW...YOU GON RESPECK ME!  IM A GROWN MAN IN HERE...YOU GON RESPECK ME! AND ACTUALLY I WAS GONNA PUT THAT DRINK BACK BUT YOU WANNA SNATCH SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;*At this point im makin the "ooookaaaaay" face bc i dont know what else to do...&lt;br /&gt;him: aight im back....sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;me: ur good *this is said in the im not amused voice*&lt;br /&gt;him: whats wrong wit you?  you bein all short.&lt;br /&gt;me: i told you i was tired.  its been a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;him: yea you did. well i guess ill just talk to you tomorrow or somethin...i really wanna spend some time with you...&lt;br /&gt;me: yea ok.  ill let you know what my schedules lookin like...&lt;br /&gt;him: aight...ill be thinkin bout you..&lt;br /&gt;me: *chuckle* aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called me homegurl and told her what had just happened and we both came to the conclusion that i need to just tell him upfront that i cant deal with him bein so negative.  he brings my mood down everytime i talked to him *oh shit! he just called...lemme tell him how i feel and ill get at yall later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me...AND HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3197526243745236892?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3197526243745236892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3197526243745236892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3197526243745236892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3197526243745236892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/crraazzzyderaaaaanged.html' title='Crraazzzy....Deraaaaanged'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8803212631255871776</id><published>2008-06-26T09:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:23:54.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>What Happens In Vegas...</title><content type='html'>Thursday!!!! Only a couple more hours to go til friday!! yessssss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidenote*  im not exactly sure what ive been counting down to lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...when my Sunshine gets back from ITALIA on august 2nd we are hittin the gym gettin our hurr did, nails did, toes did and erythang cuz we goin to Vegas BABEE!!! Im so excited!  I wonder if itll be like it seems on tv.  Like on the commercial when the person gets asked what they did while there and it flashes to them at some raunchy strip club and it comes back and there like "oh, i just went to a couple shows."  i think ill be like a kid in a candy store!  Douche bag ex boyfriend was supposed to go with me but since that didnt work out my girl is gonna go and well party like rockstars!!!  I think that ill make up a fake name while im there lol...like an alias.  This is my chance to act a damn fool and no one would ever know!! OMG how crazy would it be if I did somethin crazy like hooked up with someone while i was there and when i came home i found out they were my neighbor?! lmao!    That wouldnt embarrass me tho.  i would think it was funny, hilarious even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note* I am on hold with the doctors office.  They never do what they are supposed to do! oooh im so mad i could bite someone lmao...but seriously i am pissed.  Theyd better get my damn chest xray results to Washington Hospital Center before my appointment at 3 pm or i WILL set it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway off the subject Of Vegas and onto Va Beach.  Im goin on the 18th of July with a couple of my home girls.  That should be fun.  I think i need a new bathin suit tho.  I have 2.  well really only one bc i think the zebra print one from ol.d navy is just a wee bit too tiny in the boob section.  I get one from target sometime in March but i dont really know if i like it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note*  I took a break from blogging for like an hour and now im on the phone with the damn doctors bc they still havent received or called about my damn xray!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8803212631255871776?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8803212631255871776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8803212631255871776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8803212631255871776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8803212631255871776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens In Vegas...'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3573113317166559543</id><published>2008-06-25T09:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:03:12.132-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><content type='html'>Hey Yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wednesday so that means that its almost friday....and THAT means that DC Carnival is upon us!!! How mad am i that i have to work tonight and cant go to Crossroads to "get on bad" with EVERY fine Trini man in the club *pokes out lip and crosses arms*?  Oh well.  Friday night ill be spending with the sexiness that is my Brandiiwine!! Thats my boo since like 7th grade.  And then were gettin up Saturday...gettin sessy and meetin up with the rest of our girls (i think theres gonna be like 6 of us) and headin to Georgia Ave for the fine men and festivities!! Cant wait!  Thats like the one day you can be scandalous (dont gimme that look TM...i wont be touchin random butts...i dont think lol) and no one cares.  Simply put Carnival is the shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...where was i headed with this post?  Oh yeah!  Now that i am definitely single, I have been dating and stuff (which ive never really done)  and it aint that bad!  Now, although im not lookin for a bf, id rather just chill with one person.  just be cool you know?  we can go hang out and do stuff and talk.  and when you have one person you already know who to call to bun up and watch a movie with when its stormin outside (thats buntime weather in case you didnt know).  you dont have to scroll through the rolodex like hmmmm....alvin? na he work at night....andre...nope. dont really feel like bunnin wit him....brandon....maybe and blah blah so on and so forth.  The one thing i DO like about dating is that you always have somethin to do.  and ever since me and the douche bag that is my ex have broken up-like no bullshit, the VERY next day- i had 3 dates lined up.  THREE! I went on one last night and i had soooooo much fun!! hes as silly as i am, easy to talk to, and nice to look at lol! sike but seriously hes really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to go on another one on sunday.  i dont know what we are gonna do.  all i know is that hes a pisces and so am i.  that means there should never be a quiet moment cuz all the pisces i know will talk a hole in your head!  i like to do fun stuff on dates tho like shooting ranges....strip clubs (we could save that for a date sometime after the first lol)...salsa dancin lessons and stuff like that.  i hope this other guy isnt boring. cuz hell get cut outta the line up before he even really gets started!  i really like the guy i went out with last night...well call him....&lt;br /&gt;*thinkin*&lt;br /&gt;*thinkin sommore*&lt;br /&gt;Island Breeze (doesnt that sound like an air freshner lol) Hes from Trnindad *melting as i think of the accent* and hes like a breath of fresh air....so i think that will be his name.  but anyway...Island Breeze has a leg up on this other dude (no....he doesnt get a name yet) so, other dude better get his act together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chocolate Marine didnt make the cut =(...whatever.  hes one of those wishy washy moody virgo types *read: just like douchebag ex*  he was callin all the time and then all of a sudden he stopped.  hit me wit the:  oh im busy right now...wahwahhwahahawhah.  negro plz.  and no...we hadnt sexed yet so it wasnt a hit and run.  hell, maybe i was takin too long to give up the panty drawz.  His sister emailed me today tho.  she likes me alot and be invitin me to random stuff with his family.  im like helllllooooooo!  i havent even met your family and in case you didnt know me and him are not talkin anymore. &lt;br /&gt;shes like:  well yall not beefin right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;what shes doin is tryna find out what the deal is between me and him.  if we were still talkin, then i wouldnt have said anything.  but since we arent i just said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no we arent beefin.  we just havent talked in a while.  he said he was busy so i gave him space.  but we arent mad at each other or nothin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: oh.  well ill talk to my brother but youre always welcome to come out with the family yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm how awkward would that be?  so what if i do go to this party...and then what if he shows up with some random hoodrat/round-the-way-filet?  what happens then.  no thank you.  ill just keep my black tail right were it is.  anyway, i think im just rambling...so ill stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good wednesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3573113317166559543?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3573113317166559543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3573113317166559543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3573113317166559543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3573113317166559543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/dating-game.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2821869455596202068</id><published>2008-06-24T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:51:45.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>All By My Lonesome</title><content type='html'>Its Tuesday!! And that means that since todays almost over...i get paid in one more day...and then again on Friday!!  You like how i rationalized that one right?  Anyway...todays post is about me being lonely...i dont like to be lonely.  Although i love my apartment and being able to clean or not clean when i want...i want some company!!! So ive com to the conclusion that im getting a pet!  Although i dont know which one i want.  im tryna choose between a dog and some fish.  lol i know they are at opposite sides of the spectrum...but heres my reasoning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOG...if i get a dog i want a puppy.  Mature dogs come with their own issues.  oike they only like to be bothered between 6-9 pm and i refuse to let a damn animal decide when i want to pay them attention.  or they have been abused or somethin else crazy.  i want a puppy that i can mold into what i want and name him the name that i want. (im thinkin Dolce, Bella or Honey...what do you think about those?)  dogs can show you when they are happy and excited and sad and angry.  they run up to you when you come home and snuggle up wit you at night.  The down side to a puppy is that i dont really have time to train one.  im usually at work between 8 am and 10 pm with the exception of like 2 days outta the week.  puppys require LOTS of attention that i dont really have...although i have looked into the option of crate training her.  so those are the pros and cons of a wittle doggie.  and i do mean little.  like a teacup yorkie.  i even saw the coach collar to put around her neck...awwwwww =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH...ummm there really isnt anything to say about them.  they blow bubbles.  thats about it.  i guess they are pretty to look at.  but they are boring.  however they dont require the maintenance that my teacup yorkie would.  thats all i have to say about fish. i sooooo want my doggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sidenote that has nothin to do with this post*  I just got recognized at my job for bringin in 1 million dollars worth of invoices on the 5.2 million dollar quarterly closeout!!!!!!! i know that prolly doesnt mean anything or make sense to yall but thats a big deal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2821869455596202068?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2821869455596202068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2821869455596202068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2821869455596202068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2821869455596202068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-by-my-lonesome.html' title='All By My Lonesome'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6138791516491634950</id><published>2008-06-23T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:25:04.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weave'/><title type='text'>Operation: Luxurious Weave...Mission Accomplished!!</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honey's (well really just TM cuz shes the only one that i know that reads...lol) i got my LW!! and can i say that it is just faaaaabulous dahling!  It happened so quickly tho...i said mid July and here it is like 3 days after i made the post about it and its already done!!  i didnt get a perm tho *yess!*  my hair is just pressed (like the press ya momma used to do on sunday mornin...dont act like you dont know what im talkin bout) and im glad that i didnt...i love my natural hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...i didnt go to the queen of the LW either.  i called her right after i posted and do you know that heifa aint call me back yet?!  thats ok cuz i gots a new weaveologist and homegirl is the shiznit!! she only charged me 100 dollars and this joint is bangin!  i know cuz i can see the chix walking by me tryna tell if its mine or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidenote*  thats how you KNOW you got an official weave when chix be all in your scalp.  i was ringin up on the cash register yesterday and i had bent down to pick up a pen and when i looked back up the gurl at the counter was "scalp gazin" lmao! CAUGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...seriously tho... you live in the area (im talkin ft wash...suitland...clinton and waldorf....cuz she in waldorf) and you want you a cute weave...i gotchu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got put onto her by one of my besties (seriously Ash...thx for puttin up wit my rant on friday night and congrats on your NCLEX!) we went out for drinks after a traumatic event in my life lol and when she stepped outta the whip i was like DAAAAAAAAAAAMN!! her hair was too cute!  it was all blowin in the breeze and what not lol...i knew right then i needed to see her magic maker cuz i desperately needed a change.  she gave me the number and saturday morning i called the lady and she said she could do me on Sunday at 7 am.  that was all i needed to hear!! maybe i might post some pics or somethin....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin said he was bringin sexy back but yall can let him know that its already been brought'n!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6138791516491634950?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6138791516491634950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6138791516491634950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6138791516491634950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6138791516491634950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/operation-luxurious-weavemission.html' title='Operation: Luxurious Weave...Mission Accomplished!!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-5370954881955983063</id><published>2008-06-20T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:43:20.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weave'/><title type='text'>Operation:  Luxurious Weave</title><content type='html'>Hello and Good Friday to youz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLW is definitely in effect.  My hair has been natural since 03/04ish and im ready for a chizange!! Im gonna get a perm *gasp!*  To anyone who knows me, knows that i have been sooo pro nappturale and now i am crumbling at the pressure of the assimilationists around me *gag!* but i cant help it!! ive basically worn my hair the same way for like 4 years and mama needs a new look honeys!  So sometime in July (i have too much goin on in June...plus theres only like 1 week left...so, yeah) im gonna get a perm.  I already put a call into my "weavologist" (seriously, Fonda's weaves be outta control one day its long and blonde and beyonceish the next day its red and curly (from what my homegirl tells me...i havent been to her in a while, i was on strike)) and left a message for her to "hollaback youngin woot woot!" asap.  i need to know what kinda price she talkin cuz im a baller on a tight strict and damn near imposeeblay budget okaaay?!  I know i said i wanted a luxurious weave...but my wallets lookin a lil shabby so she needs to work wit a sistagurl.  but im too excited!! ill have a new look by the time Pattyri comes home from ITALIA and weez gon hit the club to look for some sexy potential menfriendz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, stop wrappin me up.  i gotta hit Nordstroms so i get cop some of that delicioso crab corn chowder they be servin up! Plus its a cutie at the counter who looks like Dwayne Wade...ow! i touched his butt the other day too!  It was all nice and firm...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy friday and im out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-5370954881955983063?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5370954881955983063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=5370954881955983063' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5370954881955983063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/5370954881955983063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/operation-luxurious-weave.html' title='Operation:  Luxurious Weave'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-8926084784684267631</id><published>2008-06-19T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:11:43.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>Below is a posting from Craig’s List from a girl who is trying to find herself a husband, and then a guy actually responded to it…it’s too funny..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------oo0oo--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original PostWhat am I doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I’m tired of beating around the bush. I’m a beautiful(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I’m articulate and classy.I’m not from New York. I’m looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mindthat a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don’t thinkI’m overreaching at all.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that’s where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won’t get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she’s not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my questions specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,restaurants, gyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won’t hurt my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I’m 25)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper eastside so plain? I’ve seen really ‘plain jane’ boring types who havenothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I’ve seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What’s the story there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investmentbanker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking forMARRIAGE ONLY&lt;br /&gt;Please hold your insults - I’m putting myself out there in an honestway. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I’m being up frontabout it. I wouldn’t be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn’table to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping anice home and hearth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercialinterestsPostingID: 432279810&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWERDear Pers-431649184:&lt;br /&gt;I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfullyabout your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.Firstly, I’m not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits yourbill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here’s how Isee it.&lt;br /&gt;Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple acrappy business deal. Here’s why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here’s the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity…in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won’t be getting any more beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you’re 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!&lt;br /&gt;So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buyand hold…hence the rub…marriage. It doesn’t make good business sense to ‘buy you’ (which is what you’re asking) so I’d rather lease. In case you think I’m being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It’s as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as ‘articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful’ as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500 K hasn’t found you, if not only for a tryout.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn’t need to have this difficult conversation.&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, I must say you’re going about it the right way.Classic ‘pump and dump.’I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------oo0oo--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...what tha fux this?! Who does this?!  i got this from VSB.com...but please feel free to comment here...thx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-8926084784684267631?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8926084784684267631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=8926084784684267631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8926084784684267631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/8926084784684267631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/wtf.html' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6828754861721017414</id><published>2008-06-17T15:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:47:41.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear people who piss me off'/><title type='text'>Dear random people who piss me off</title><content type='html'>Dear Dumb-bitch-who-tosses-her-change-on-the-counter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for me being at work and needing my part time job being that the cost of gas is now 4.11....i would have whipped your immigrant ass. what the fux wrong wit you and why are you tossin your change on the cash wrap like im homeless?! THEN you had the nerve to look at me like IM the crazy one when i say: Dont throw no more change on that counter. you better be glad thats what i SAID cuz i really wanted to throw that body butter at your damn forehead. I am not your servant and you are not better than me. if i catch you in my store again and you wanna act like you dont remember what the hell i told you: it WILL get ugly, bitch. trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pentagon workers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-11 did happen. you know, when that plane flew into the building and killed thousands of people? yeah that. so ima need yall to get some pep in your step when an unscheduled alarm goes off in the building. no, you shouldnt finish that spreadsheet, or continue buttering your toast. And im pretty sure your dear old gramma will understand if you abrubtly end the conversation (she prolly wont remember anyway) due to an evacuation of the building. i understand that since 9-11 nothin has happened but that doesnt mean that you need to congregate in the halls to talk about tiger woods winning the stanley cup or whatever the hell he won bc 1. he will not share the money with you and 2. id like to keep my life and if you are in my way...I will do the Heisman on that ho. this is just for future reference of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boss of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard the alarm like i did. dont ask me why im takin my purse. i take my purse everywhere, and you know that. thats your business that you dont at least bring your keys when we evac...when this shit is for real dont as me for a ride home*...yadigg?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* my boss lives 2 miles away from me. and i dont care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6828754861721017414?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6828754861721017414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6828754861721017414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6828754861721017414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6828754861721017414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-people-who-piss-me-off.html' title='Dear random people who piss me off'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-23798718366303142</id><published>2008-06-12T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:32:26.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101 Things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i hate when people speak in 3rd person. hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i love watchin infomercials...especially the kind about the juicer or flat iron ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ive never jumped off of a diving board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i wikipedia random things like serial killers and porn stars when im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i wanted to be an actress when i grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. im scared of the people in the costumes at amusement parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i cant eat ketchup on my fries...it taste like v8 juice. i hate v8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i dont really like to kiss. i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i dont like sitting next to grown people in the back seat of a car. i hyperventilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i dont mind sitting next to kids in the back seat tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i read blogs and gossip sites on a time schedule, once in the morning and then i check for updates at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. im very sarcastic, but i hate sarcastic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. im 16 years older than my sister and 20 years older than my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i never babysit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. my favorite cartoon character is Jessica Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ive been employed since i was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. my fave color is pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i hated pink when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ive never eatin chitlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ive had lima beans once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. licorice jelly beans are my fave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i love banana anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. my longest relationship was 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. i WILL NOT wear costume jewelery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. ive worn the same bamboo earrings, nefertiti necklace, and 2 rings everyday since christmas. EVERY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. i always wear my rings on the same fingers. i never switch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. i have 3 tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. i have 5 piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. i can fall asleep in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. i hum when scary movie previews are on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. i dont have a most embarrassing moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. thats bc nothin really embarrasses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. i dont really care for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. i used to collect VIBE magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. i have the first ever issue and the issue with Tupac on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Tupac has been my favorite rapper since i was like 10 (is that appropriate?! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. i also used to collect holiday barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. my most expensive one was 600 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. i dont know what i did with it :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. i have a wedding portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. i started it in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. yes, its been updated since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. i havent cried at a funeral since i was 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. when i look around and see everyone else crying i feel bad and i want to cry, but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. i like rainstorms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. i think that i broke my opinky toe in 8th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. i never told my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. ive been punched in the face by a girl i didnt really know for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. everytime i think about that i crack up laughin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. everyone called the girl Nasty Cassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. ive only been drunk once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. i love sunflower seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. i eat them until they make my tongue raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. i cant eat right after i brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. i cant brush my teeth right after i eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. i started writing a book in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. i lost it and never started another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. it makes me mad when people talk to me when im reading a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. i have more than 10 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. none of them are speeding tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. all of them are parking tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. i dont claim a city or state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Thats bc im not sure where im from...i spent half of my life in germany and the other half in DC, MD, or VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. and none of my family is from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. where am i from? can you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. i should wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. im a facebook junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. i randomly quote movies...even when it doesnt apply to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. i got timbalands autograph on a dollar bill once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. my diabetic grandfather spent it on a krispy kreme donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. i hate the automated service when you call banks and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. i love love love ihop breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. id rather be really hot that really cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. i never use the ac in my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. i only watch 3 shows on tv...greys anatomy, americas next best dance crew, and real world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. my favorite fruit is kiwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. i cant remember the last time i ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. i hate to try stuff on in dressing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. i dont mind being naked in front of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. i always take my shoes off at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. one time, my mom came home early when i had my boyfriend over and when she asked if i had anyone is the house i said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. she kept grillin me and i got so nervous i passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  she didnt help me up...she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. i work around 75 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. i frequently violate the dress code at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. by wearing flip flops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. it makes me feel rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. i hate people who wear crocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. my cousin wears them lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. i cheat when i play memory with my little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. i laugh when she gets spanked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. one time, she was bein so bad my father pulled over on the beltway and beat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. me and my little brother laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  i sing to random people at stoplights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. ive been caught haing sex by police more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. public speaking doesnt make me nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. i won tickets to the Back to School jam  off the radio in 9th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.  i didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. my cars name is kisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  thats also my club name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. i told one of the janitors where i work that my name was kisha and now he always shouts it when he sees me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! finished...Diva was right...this was hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-23798718366303142?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/23798718366303142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=23798718366303142' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/23798718366303142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/23798718366303142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/101-things-about-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-830346114884316882</id><published>2008-06-11T14:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:11:10.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I know i know.  im a bipolar schizophrenic mess.  ill be that.  but at least im not sad anymore!  its water under the bridge and im just gonna get over it :)!  Plus i talked to MCM *sigh* he &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;makes me smile.  speakin of him...i know in my last post addressing that situation i said that the magical night would go down on the 21st of this month...but ive come to the conclusion that i can wait longer than that.  i really like him...and he likes me.  he calls when he says hes going to...we email each other at work all day  and his older sister LOVES me.  it think itll be more special if i wait.  lmao at me soundin like a virgin teen (we know thats &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; from the case!)  but its amazin what good conversation with a sexy black man can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my ex is kinda sorta in the picture...but not really if that makes sense.  i love him with all my heart but hes done some shit here recently that a romantic dinner and good sex just wont patch up.  hes just not as mature as i need him to be.  more on that later....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its soooo nice outside!  this is the kinda of weather that you can have a picnic at a park in.  ooh thats a nice idea! maybe ill do that for MCM...he gets out of the marines in august and hes really excited about it...that would be the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does the intern who sits next to me keep wearin the tacky cheap pumps?!  it really is irkin my soul...i should leave a note on her desk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady who comes and cleans our bathroom gave me soooo much TMI today.  She told me she didnt clean the bathroom yesterday bc it was soo hot that she started not feel well and she didnt make it to the bathroom in time!  Shes a special needs person so i didnt give her the stank face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if gas is higher than 4.50 by 4th of July...one of yall might have to come get me from jail.  no, seriously...i will kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it and thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-830346114884316882?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/830346114884316882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=830346114884316882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/830346114884316882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/830346114884316882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-858725586149734825</id><published>2008-06-11T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:20:40.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><title type='text'>I'm sad today.</title><content type='html'>Today is not a good day. Today is one of those days when i cant "turn my frown upside down" or just put on a happy face and make everything seem ok. I do that alot. i'm the one thats always just supposed to be fun and outgoing...loud and crazy. imthe one that always has somethin funny to say when my friends are having a bad day. i cant today. im havin my own issues. today i cant front like im all tough and i dont care. like moving on from somethin that has been in your life for so long is easy. its not. tomorrow things will be back to normal. but today, im crying. and i cant stop. I'm sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-858725586149734825?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/858725586149734825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=858725586149734825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/858725586149734825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/858725586149734825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sad-today.html' title='I&apos;m sad today.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-888035620321868207</id><published>2008-06-10T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:48:19.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black men/women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interracial dating'/><title type='text'>It doesnt matter if you're black or white...or does it?</title><content type='html'>Hello moto! (i dont know why i felt like gretting you all like that...i just did ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished emailin Chocolate Marine. it was a rather deep convo for like 4 emails. I ask him if he would date or marry outside his race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lemme clear things up. I do NOT have a problem with black men/women who date outside their race. I DO have a problem with blac men/women who outright REFUSE to date within their race. To me, that there is an issue. I had a man tell me that he would never date a dark skinned woman bc he didnt want his kids to be ugly. HE was darkskinned. To that i rolled my eyes and had to walk away bc obviously he was too ignorant to continue a conversation with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that for a Black man, its acceptable to be dark skinned? The darker the better. From Morris Chestnut to Tyson Beckford women LOVE the chocolate ( i know i do!) But for women if you arent light, bright and damn near white or exotic in some kind of way...you get no play. Men looooove to talk about how they hate a woman who wears fake nails, eyelashes, hair and push up bras...but they have a poster of beyonce hangin on their ceiling. ummmmm, earth to dumbazz shes wearin and has access to more indian remi (weave) and fur eyelashes than i ever will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a guy tell me that while he thinks that light skin/long haired women are more sexy, they are crazy so he would rather date a brownskinned girl like me. Why?! Im crazy too! I swear, the only person who gets approached by more ignorant men than me is Sister Toldja...smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand it. i know this post is kinda all over the place but deal with it...thats how i like to do things...ummmm i may post again tonight bc a.) i have no life between my two jobs b.) im off tonight and c.) i have to keep my sunshine in italy posted on my life!  HEY SUNSHINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILA! I LOVE YOUUUU! ::inside joke...she gets it::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-888035620321868207?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/888035620321868207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=888035620321868207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/888035620321868207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/888035620321868207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-doesnt-matter-if-youre-black-or.html' title='It doesnt matter if you&apos;re black or white...or does it?'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-6128741983118678959</id><published>2008-06-09T14:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:09:34.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wack sex'/><title type='text'>Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Monday *blah* but i am countin down the days to DC Caribbean Carnival!! 2 weeks and 5 days exactly!! i will try to take lots of pics since i will be a spectator this year =(. I hope i can play mas next year, but i digress *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have you ever waited a looooooong time for somethin and when it finally came it didnt live up to any of your expectations? No? well lemme give you an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sooo hot outside, so you decide that you are gonna go to Coldstone to get some tasty, delicious, creamy, delightful ice cream. Only, you get to the place and the line is outside the door. *boo on that* so you say...nah...its too hot to wait...so ill just head on over to Baskin Robbins which, of course, is pretty much empty. you buy your lil ice cream cone and prepare for the ice cold relief only to realize that: Damn. I should have just waited in line at Coldstone cuz this shit here is nasty...::BLOWNFACE::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to me only my Coldstone and Baskin Robbins are men. Coldstone is that chocolate delight of a man that i think i name Chocolate Marine or somethin like that in my previous post. and Baskin Robbins is MGD (referenced in a post this time last year i believe). Ive been waitin to get my groove back and i decided that i liked this guy(chocolate marine) so i was gonna continue to wait until we decided to take our friendship to the next level. but i slipped up yesterday with MGD. and it definitely wasnt worth it. There were no sparks no sun, moon, mountains, or rivers and i didnt see heaven when we "made sweet love"*. Actually, while we were secksin** i continued to watch the movie office space. i glanced up at him a couple times and he was lookin right in my damn face! like starin at me. i had to shut my eyes or i might have rolled them right while he was lookin at me. It was pity pussy. thats exactly what it was. he had been goin on and on about how sexy i was and how he missed miss tina, and how good she was and how he has wet dreams about her. so i gave him some. but only a little bit bc i started to think about Coldstone (the man, not the ice cream) and i thought about him so hard i almost said his name. yep. had to end that right there. Cuz stuff like that just isnt ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think the disappointment was over? oh no. it gets worse. Saturday night me and my home girl Jenjamin (no idiot thats not her real name.) went to Pleasure Place in Georgetown and i bought somethin called LoveKisses or somethin like that. Just a lil mini vibrator thing...i had said that i wouldnt use it for singular pleasure (its much better with a partner ;)) but after sundays fiasco i needed to finish the job myself. Long story short that joint was wack and i should never have doubted my trusty pocket rocket as it has never failed me before. Ill know better next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats what i get for not waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* that was the song off the Nutty Professor Soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;** stolen courtesy of OpinionatedDiva @ &lt;a href="http://www.divaliciousopinions.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.divaliciousopinions.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-6128741983118678959?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6128741983118678959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=6128741983118678959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6128741983118678959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/6128741983118678959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment.'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-2766785730511203733</id><published>2008-06-04T12:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:20:55.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in general'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>So tired...so so tired</title><content type='html'>At first i couldnt think of what to blog to you guys about. But what better than how tired i am!! I feel so out of control right now. I am workin a 75 hour week between 2 jobs and i just cant fathom how im gonna do this. im only on day 3!! i have 5 more days to go. i woke up so late for work this mornin but i was too tired to even care...lol. i looked at the clock, saw that it was 903 and thought to myself....fuck it. shit happens. no matter how much i rushed, i was gonna be late. so i didnt. i turned on Daddys little girls and went on about my normal routine. it is what it is ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things were sailing smoothly at my pt job i think i would be fine. but its not. we have gotten a shipment of over 120 boxes in 2 days and we have the Summer Sale comin up (Come see us at The Body Shop Pentagon City!! we need to get some of this shit outta here!! lol) and we are tryna find a place to put all the stuff. Baisically Im in charge of the setup bc our full time assistant manager is off for sun and fun and a fashion design internship in ITALIA *lucky bitch! lol* and my store manager is off to Philly for a week to a much needed visit to her family. I know that once this sale is officially started thingsll be alot better but im feelin like i cant see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...i dont know if yall know....BUT I HATE MY FULL TIME JOB!! someone get me outta here, seriously...i beg of you. my job in general is hell....workin in the pentagon is hell. I think that makes me feel even more tired than i am bc i hate comin in here every mornin. but instead of complainin i need to really just start lookin for a different job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sidenote* i know this is off topic but i only buy cd's when they are old or after ive heard them a couple times from someone else. but i heard ths song on the radio by a girl named Katy Perry called i kissed a girl...and i love that song lol...and *gasp!* im gonna buy the cd when it comes out June 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me finish my coke so i can NOT fall asleep at my desk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-2766785730511203733?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2766785730511203733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=2766785730511203733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2766785730511203733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/2766785730511203733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-tiredso-so-tired.html' title='So tired...so so tired'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126739746539439950.post-3366329703157634824</id><published>2008-06-03T11:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:27:43.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear people who piss me off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nosy coworkers'/><title type='text'>Dear random people who piss me off</title><content type='html'>Dear Neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails.  Every morning, evening, or midnight (depending on my schedule) you are sitting on your front porch smokin weed.  Now dont get me wrong...everyone has their DOC...and i can get down wit the green goblin sometimes too...but your balcony is attached to the FRONT of the apartment!! I guess you missed the memo that the new neighbor 2 floors up from you is PG police.  Or do you not care?  Im am gonna assume you do since last night when i got off from work you asked if i could smell it....excuse me?  Can i smell it?  I caught a contact as i got out the car! Then, i dont know if you dropped the blunt....but at 130 am i wake up to the sound of the fire dept outside!! Red lights and all!! This and you, my freind, are ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Intern that sits next to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arent fooling anyone.  i know that you are a nosy bitch.  you are too quiet over there.  and dont think that i didnt notice that whenever i get on the phone you stop typing.  I NOTICED.  I usually dont speak to people that dont speak to me, but im gonna give you this little gem:  When your heels lean waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over to the left, its either 1. Time to retire them or 2. Stop buying your work shoes from Charlotte Russe.  Im just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher/neyo (no dear, this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, ive held this in as loong as i could...but i just cant anymore.  What is this garbage that you call Love in the Club/Bust it Baby?  Now Neyo...ima get to you in a sEcond but Usher i got words for you right now brotha....what is that trash?! Are you really gonna try to get me to belive that you wanna &lt;em&gt;make love&lt;/em&gt; to a stranger in the club?  No, you wanna smash, dig in them guts or skeet skeet...but not make love.  you dont even know her!! Im sorry maybe im takin this to literally...but after the masterpiece that was Confessions, you wait 7 years to put this crap out?! THEN you wanna follow it wit somethin that i guess you thought was real deep and meaningful like Movin Mountains?  No.  That was a hot ass mess of an idea...and thats all i have to say.  Now neyo....WHAT THE HELL WAS YOU THINKIN?!   bust it baby?  really?  so youre really just gonna sing the hook on that song like that?  and here i was thinkin you were classy.  you know, i stuck up for you when those pictures of you and ur backup dancer baby mama engagin in "oral activity" surfaced.  i had ur back....and this is how you repay me?! you know these lil hoodrats bout to be runnin round wit this shit on their ringtone like its cute.  ITS NOT! you oughta be slapped! RayJ could have done the hook and i wouldnt have been mad...i mean what else do you expect from him?  But &lt;em&gt;you, &lt;/em&gt;you disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/126739746539439950-3366329703157634824?l=ithinknpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3366329703157634824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=126739746539439950&amp;postID=3366329703157634824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3366329703157634824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/126739746539439950/posts/default/3366329703157634824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ithinknpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-random-people-who-piss-me-off.html' title='Dear random people who piss me off'/><author><name>pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16197290256693701853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFOUtl6nkDs/SOZGj0pF0yI/AAAAAAAAACA/0MeiYYCj0TU/S220/vonnavegas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
